This morning I reached new heights as a working mother. Today was the first day of a big board meeting at work. I knew I'd be late since Cameron's day care doesn't open until 8:30am. (He got into the part-time day care I wanted!) I also knew I'd need to pump first thing in the door, which would mean I'd miss out on the start of an important discussion.
So, as working moms often do in order to survive, I came up with a creative solution--I would pump during my drive from day care to work.
I had it all planned out. My trusty bustier would allow for hands-free pumping, and I scrounged up six AA batteries that would eliminate the need for an electrical outlet. But wouldn't ya know it, I left my heap of batteries on the dining room table.
So, after schleping baby boy to day care, I pulled into a gas station in hopes of finding batteries. They had what I needed...for $18?! I sucked it up and swiped my debit card.
Back in the car, I began the arduous task of strapping myself to an electric pump while maintaining modesty and a modicum of dignity. I was almost ready to roll when a man walked up to my window. Oh god, I thought, he's going to ask what the heck I'm doing in his parking lot, and I'm going to have to go on an awkward crusade for nursing moms.
"Ma'am," he said, "did you buy batteries?"
"Uh, yeah," I said as I whipped my sweater shut. I don't think he had a clue that he was interrupting anything.
"My guy charged you too much," he said.
I would have given anything for him to just forget it and walk away, but instead I said, "Okay, thanks. I'll be back in."
I waited in line again, strapped halfway into my bustier hidden under my sweater. I claimed my $9 refund, got back in the car, and went on my merry way to work, pumping all the way.
I walked into the board meeting 30 minutes late with 8 ounces of milk in my bag and just enough time to introduce myself before the big discussion began. Go me.
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