Well, this week the saying about not crying over spilt milk has been at the forefront of my mind. Whoever in the world started that saying has apparently never attached themselves to a breast pump for the wellness of their child.
I am transitioning back to work after being out on maternity leave. The other district literacy coaches and I are leading some collaborative professional development sessions at the district central offices. On lunch break, I am using an office to pump. Pumping has not worked for me in the past. However, this time I am getting some good results. It is the most unnatural thing in the world for me, but I stick with it because I know it is best for the baby. I pretty much hate every minute of it.
So, the other day, I find myself sitting on the floor of the office, attached to the pump, distracting myself with reading and day dreaming. After pumping, I was pouring the milk from the bottles into the storage baggie. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the other bottle tipping, teetering, getting ready to fall over. I screamed out, "AAAAAAHHHHH!" I caught it, just in time to prevent a spill! Can you imagine? This liquid gold that I slave over creating, spilt on the carpet of the district central offices, please, no!! I can just see myself, full of humility, asking for the janitor and carpet extractor. Oh my, the potential for embarrassment is through the roof.
To prevent this possible episode of mortification, I am considering pumping in the car next time. Either way, I am delighted that I didn't have to actually cry over my spilt milk.