My boobs are starting to leak, they always know when
It’s been a few hours and it’s time to pump again
It doesn’t matter that I’m in the middle of doing my job
My boobs need to be emptied and they’re starting to throb
So I scurry to gather all of my pumping supplies
Membranes and breast shields and bottles oh my!
I make my way downstairs to my lactation suite
Where I’m surrounded by boxes of restaurant supplies and concrete
Expressing breast milk in a basement is a bit obscene
But it’s the only place with an outlet where I can remain unseen
There is a life size Santa downstairs that seems to stare
He sees me while I’m pumping, he knows when I’m bare
I fumble with the pump as I try to find something on YouTube
Trying not to focus on the amount of milk coming out of my boob
From above, I hear the sound of the door chiming and plates clattering
I allowed myself to get distracted and now my milk is splattering
I can’t clean myself up because I forgot to pack a cloth
And nothing stains a shirt worse than milk froth
Now I’m becoming frantic because this is taking too long
And I barely have 2 ounces from each side, what is wrong
So I tell myself that I’m finished, this has to be enough
At times, being a breastfeeding mom is rough
I pack up my things, I’m all done for now
Sometimes I really just feel like a cow.
I can relate to this..and I think pumping is not for me..Thanks to Haaka..:)
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I really hate pumping too! And I love the haaka! What a life saver
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Yes it is..Oh Haaka…:)
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