I'm not sure I've ever been so happy for a Friday. Being a working mom is, well, WORK. I'm still trying to figure out how to combine my new life with my old job and find a balance between home and work. I'm sure that this is something I will be trying to do until the day I retire. The biggest challenge for me so far? Finding the time and space to pump. When I'm at the office, it's not a big deal since I have a private office and can just lock the door and put up my "please do not disturb" sign. I wanted it to read "if the pump's a rockin', don't come a knockin'," but I have some co-workers that might not find the humour in that. The problem is, 80% of my job is being in meetings (I know, totally ridiculous). When the meetings are at my office, I have to figure out a way to excuse myself for ten minutes without disrupting everyone else. When the meetings are outside of my office (probably 50% of them), it's a whole other story.
Let me share such a story with you. Every other month I have one BIG meeting, that includes government officials and executive directors from various agencies. Despite the fact that everyone is really nice, I still get a bit overwhelmed with the fact that I'm sitting at the table with some of my city's most powerful people. I play a pretty big role in organizing these meetings, so once a month I'm usually pretty stressed out. I work by butt off this week to prepare and after wrapping up at 8pm last night, I was feeling pretty good about things. Then this morning as I was running around like a mad woman getting ready, the person who was to facilitate a 2 hour portion of the meeting called to say her daughter was sick and she couldn't make it.
Here's the thing. Eight months ago I would have found this super annoying. Now I just totally understand.
So I had about 40 minutes to prepare since yours truly was going to have to fill in.
An hour into the meeting I excuse myself to go pump. I get into the washroom (I normally would never pump in the washroom, but our City Hall is pretty posh and I felt comfortable/clean) only to realize the batteries in my pump are DEAD. So now I have two options. (1) don't pump and risk leaking in front of my member of parliament (and 30 others), or (2) ask a random city employee for a place to pump.
Thankfully the Human Resources office was really helpful and helped me settle into the first aid room and the crisis was diverted. Still - I couldn't help but sit there as a I pumped and wonder how this became my life. After the meeting (which went fine), I pumped in my ward's councillors office.
I have breastfed in ALOT of different places. Now I guess I get to pump in weird places.
I can't decide if that's awesome or not.