Adventures in pumping

You know when you’re pumping one boob and blogging and you feel something drip! drip! drip! on your leg and you realize that the other boob, which has suffered from extremely low supply for weeks, is all of a sudden producing a fuckton of milk and soaking through your nursing pad, bra and nice top onto your nice pants, and you can’t change clothes because you’re at work and live 20 miles from home so you struggle to reach for extra kleenex at the neighboring desk while still attached to the pump in order to one-handedly stuff more padding into your milk-soaked nursing bra, then try to scrub the milk stain out of your pants so that you can attend your afternoon meeting sans the mark of motherhood written all over your front side?

Yeah, that’s some good times.


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