to my breast pump! I just realized my addiction yesterday when the ac adaptor for the pump broke. The copper wiring became disconnected from the ac-part. I noticed it beginning to happen for a few days but held on to hope that it would make it for a little longer. It did not. Hope doesn't generally work for mechanical sorts of things.
I ran home yesterday quickly to pump because there was a repair man working on the bathroom at work. And with no private office with a door there was no where else to go, well, I guess I couldv'e gone into the closet but I have a little more respect then that. Geesh!
Here's how it went:
Hooked up bottles to pump
Plugged plug into wall
Sat on couch
de-shirted myself (sorry TMI)
assumed position
flipped power switch on pump
NOTHING
OH CRAP! (what came out of my mouth sort of kind of but not really that nice)
I became panicky, wondered how I was going to replace the thing, wondered how on earth I was going to relieve myself, wondered if I needed to quit nursing all together. Now, think of a drug addict - the same thoughts must go through their minds once the stash is gone, right? I wouldn't know of course but it's got to be similar.
I ended up calling the manufacturer and ordered a new adaptor but it will take 7 business days to get here. Panicky again! I wasn't sure what to do in the meantime. It had already been 5 hours since I last pumped.
This consumed me much of the day. I mean seriously, in the grand scheme of what should consume one's mind on a scale of seriousness, the pump issue should not have been number one. It was top priority yesterday and now I fear I am addicted. I mean, this is something that I've been doing for ten months now. I'm in a routine. The dread I used to feel about having to pump has subsided and now I've come to have a relationship with it. We meet-up three times a day for private sessions. Anywhere I go I'm sure to bring it with me. If I plan an outing I make sure that I build in time during the day for it. Now I'm being ridiculous. I just went from thinking I was an addict to thinking I'm in love with the pump.
I'm going to stop this for now because well, I have to go and pump with my less than adequate hand pump.
Reading to my Animals
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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