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<\/p>\nBy Jenny Manos<\/p>\n
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17 more days.
\n17 more days until I reach my goal of nursing my second child for an entire year.
\n13 more days of pumping at work.
\nI pumped because I couldn\u2019t afford to stay home the whole time I was nursing.
\nNot that I think I\u2019d be a fabulous stay at home mom anyway. I just really hate pumping and probably would\u2019ve stayed home the whole time to avoid it.
\nI could breastfeed my two babies for two years because I have a lot of help and privilege.
\nMy mom has watched my children every day that I work.
\nI have a job in which I have an office and a sometimes flexible daily schedule in which I can usually stop to pump–sometimes I can\u2019t and I pay the price.
\nI have a lot of help and am so luck to have been able to do this.
\nBut I am also badass for doing this as long as I have for both kids.
\nAnd also totally alone during both these years of my life.
\nThere was a lot of pressure–mostly from myself, but in other ways too.
\nMy daughter wouldn\u2019t take formula when she was a month old: I was in charge of all her food from that moment on.
\nMy mom was supportive, but also couldn\u2019t nurse me when I was a baby, so she didn\u2019t have experience informing her.
\nMy first baby struggled when I was at work her first year. Probably to calm, she would consume 21 ounces while I was at work at 3 months old. I could pump maybe 12 on a good day during that same time.
\nI was on the pump around the clock to keep up, giving up precious sleep and relaxation.
\nI had the constant sensation of running on empty and didn\u2019t know when I\u2019d fill up.
\nI know what a lot of people\u2019s brains think about pumping moms. I\u2019ve heard the tone when they aren\u2019t talking about me. I\u2019ve mindlessly felt the belief before it was me.
\nIit\u2019s an unconscious societal beliefs we repeat without examination or empathy first.
\n\u201cShe needs special treatment because she\u2019s pumping.\u201d
\n\u201cWish I could go in a room by myself and close the door for twenty minutes.\u201d
\nYou don\u2019t.
\nThis may not be everyone\u2019s experience: having something vacuum suctioning my nipples a few inches from my body thirty times a minute is not only uncomfortable. It hurts.
\nExposing my breasts while at work just being in the building, even behind a closed door, while they are being vacuum suctioned a few inches away from my body at a fast pace is an extremely vulnerable position to be in. (In constant terror that someone will walk in–it did happen once.)
\nAt work. With voices right outside my door.
\nVoices that I know are annoyed that they cannot talk to me right at that moment.
\nSometimes they just call me on the phone. Sometimes they make decisions without me. Sometimes they talk about things they wouldn\u2019t talk about with me.
\nWith my first child, I was surrounded with men. Men who were chivalrously understanding about my pumping. Men who would be in meetings with closed doors without me for hours, even though they had the same job as me.
\nMen who didn\u2019t accomplish the amount of tasks I did even with the time spent pumping behind a closed door.
\nAnd I\u2019m in a female-dominated field. (Although the leadership is predominately male.)
\nOf course, I didn\u2019t really take the time out from working to pump. I pumped for fifteen minutes twice a day, replacing my half hour lunch. Because with my first, I thought that was fair.
\nI worked while I pumped, usually making calls or doing computer or paperwork. I always eat my lunch while pumping and working.
\nI felt guilty on the days I had to pump a third time and take time that was not from my lunch.
\nEven though I was working. Behind a closed door.
\nHaving my nipples vacuum suctioned, exposed to the world if anyone were to walk in the door, while knowing I am inconveniencing many, sets me on edge.
\nI barely breathe.
\nI suck my belly in tight.
\nThe thought of inconveniencing others makes me so uncomfortable, every muscle in my body is spiking in pain from being held in tension.
\nSometimes, I notice and relax.
\nEspecially with the second child.
\nSocietal beliefs have a come a long way in the five years between my first and second.<\/p>\n
I relied heavily on my girlfriends for knowledge the first time around.
\nI learned quickly which friends would text me back at 4 am.
\nIt\u2019s an alarming number of women that are awake at 4 am.
\nClose and distant friends. Friends of friends.
\nWith my first, they taught me to pump as soon as I woke up to get the most amount of milk.
\nThis did not work with my second, who still hasn\u2019t slept through the night.
\nIt\u2019s these women that I learned to lay freezer bags on their side to freeze first, then you can stand them up to store so they don\u2019t break as much.
\nI needed these women.
\nBut I also became distant from many of them at the same time.
\nFor two years of my life.
\nEspecially the second year, as I didn\u2019t need to reach out for help as much.
\nI couldn\u2019t go to lunch because I was using the time to pump instead. Maybe with my second, I wouldn\u2019t have felt guilty about eating lunch and pumping (while working), but I was struggling to get work done without stopping for lunch, or having crises pop up during lunch. And in my job, it can be life or death, so I have no choice often.
\nNot being at lunch, I\u2019d be forgotten about to get invited to a few things. Lunches out. Parties. Some big things.
\nMaybe they thought I was distancing myself.
\nNope, just pumping, then rushing home the moment I can to feed that baby and not use another bottle.
\nHow quickly I seemed to not notice this when it was other new moms and not me.
\nThese women who were so important in my life–who helped me, but who also forgot me, being humans, being moms themselves, all of us too busy in life to notice unless someone is crying for help.
\nBut you\u2019re not supposed to cry out for help. It\u2019s weak.
\nNow that I\u2019m nearing the end, I\u2019m excited for the freedom of having my own body again, but grieving the special breastfeeding time–and time of my life–with babies.<\/p>\n
Jenny works in schools and is passionate about all children, public education, and after becoming a mama, she \u00a0is also passionate about mindfulness, awareness and spirituality to be a better parent and to be happier and healthier. \u00a0<\/em>She is\u00a0jennymanos<\/a> on Instagram.\u00a0<\/em>
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