oh, the joys of pumping

Tuesday, April 7th, 2009
11:15am
Department of State, Washington D.C.
This was the scenario:
Three hours into a Defense Trade Association Group meeting, I had to be escorted to the ladies' room where I had to pump some breastmilk for my little babe. The handicapped stall was the chosen spot, and so while a security guard waiting outside (my visitor badge required that I be escorted at all times) I proceeded to get pumping. Nevermind the awkwardness of knowing there was a guard waiting for me to finish, bathrooms are disgusting places to pump. In an attempt at making it a little better I laid down my nice black jacket on the floor so I could place my pump and parts on it, and then after setting up, I was immediately faced with performance anxiety. After a short pep talk, I was able to get the milk flowing, As the post title says--oh, the joys of pumping--it never ceases to amaze me.

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