Sometimes when Ivan sees me getting ready for a pumping sessionÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Sue: *Takes pump from the sterilizer or container*
Ivan: *Sees mummy taking pump, pulls up his tee to reveal his chest* Iwen pang, Iwen pang!
Sue: *Sometimes to humor him* OhÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Ivan wants to pump, okay lahÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ *Puts pump on his breast*
Ivan: *Presses on pump, after few squeezes lifts the other side of the tee to reveal the other breast*
Sue: *Oblige by letting him pump the other breast*
Ivan: Pang mo moreÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Sue: No more, Ivan no more milk, mummy pump nowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Fix pump and put in bag
Go into toilet, hang bag on doorknob, put down toilet seat, start pumping
During work, I pump in the toilet. There are a few toilets that are quite private and clean, meaning there is only one stall, unlike some that have about 2 Ã¢â‚¬â€œ 4 stalls in them. What I normally do:
- Rush to the pantry and take pump from container
Sometimes, halfway through pumping, I notice that in all the rush I was in, I forgot to lock the doorknob! Thank goodness no one ever tries to open the door when it is closedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ if not, free show for them *LOL*.
Earlier this week, I went for a pumping session in the office toilet only to find that I have forgotten to bring the pump lever/handle with me that morning. I knew there would come one day when I will forget to bring one of my pump’s parts. All thanks to my tai tau har
(Cantonese slang: forgetfulness
). So what can I do but try to make the best of it, ie.
- Tried to pump pulling on the soft rubber partÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ got 3 ounces and painful fingers
- Tried expressing milk by handÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ got 1 ounce and gave up
So, what can I do but give up and go home during lunch, coz I really cannot stand not pumping for the whole day and risking a decrease in milk supply.
Izac is really a kay poh (Hokkien: busy body) as he is very alert most of the time. During breastfeeding, he will gobble and gulp non-stop when he is hungry. After a satisfied feed, normally he will still suckle for a while. However, whenever he hears me talking while he is at the breast, he tends to peep up at me through the corner of his eye.
When I acknowledge him, saying, “Wei, full already ah? Play play ah?” he will just turn his face to me and flash his ever-ready smile, after which he will turn back to the breast and start rooting for the nipple again. Then he will go, suck… peep… turn… smile… root… suck… (and it goes on) without much thought for mummy’s poor nen nen (Kiddy Cantonese: breasts).