{"id":3274,"date":"2010-11-06T20:25:08","date_gmt":"2010-11-07T00:25:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=3274"},"modified":"2010-11-06T20:25:08","modified_gmt":"2010-11-07T00:25:08","slug":"moo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=3274","title":{"rendered":"Moo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am back from the RESOLVE Conference! I got to listen to some truly fascinating talks about various IVF topics, and I got to meet the fabulous Mel! (Photo will be forthcoming, when she sends me a copy. She&#8217;s presumably unpacking.) I&#8217;ll write more about the topics later when I go through my notes.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t sleep much at all last night because I was nervous about waking up on time, driving that distance and finding the conference center, and leaving Kate for 12 hours. Mostly I was nervous about her suddenly deciding she is ravenous and going through all the milk I left in the freezer. We don&#8217;t usually use more than a bottle or two a week, so I don&#8217;t keep very much in the freezer &#8211; all week I&#8217;ve been pumping extra to make sure I had extra. So wouldn&#8217;t you know it, I arrived at the hotel with a stomach-ache and a headache, probably both from anxiety! But I made it on time and didn&#8217;t get lost. It was a miracle.<\/p>\n<p>I brought my big diaper-tote-bag in order to carry the electric pump around with me and not have it be totally obvious like <i>Hey, I&#8217;m totally breastfeeding my cute little baby!<\/i> At lunch I asked someone if there was somewhere I could go. The coat closet wasn&#8217;t being used &#8211; a pretty big room, totally empty, and it even had a chair, an electric plug, and a lock on the door. I was so thrilled it was so easy! So I got set up and sat there thinking about Kate and wondering how she&#8217;s doing. And then&#8230; the door opened. Apparently I locked it, but it didn&#8217;t latch when I closed it. A lady stared at me in shock, looked around the room and stuttered &#8220;Oh! I&#8217;m sorry!!&#8221; and she shut the door. Here I am sitting there with my shirt pulled up, the pump cones on my boobs like an extremely unfortunate Madonna costume, and the machine is going <i>Thhhp thhhp thhhp<\/i>. I just kind of froze thinking, oh this is <i>great<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m still sitting there thinking about how embarassing that was when I hear the door handle again. The door opens for a second time, a different woman, this time holding keys. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry&#8230;&#8221; was all I could say. She poked her head in, looked around while saying something like, &#8220;I just have to get&#8230;&#8221; and then stopped when she apparently realized it wasn&#8217;t in there &#8211; whatever it was. Then she says to me politely &#8211; and fairly composed, considering the state of me &#8211; &#8220;I could get you a room?&#8221; I thanked her and said I was almost done anyways. And smiled as if there was nothing weird going on.<\/p>\n<p>Now I have nursed in public many times at this point. Sometimes with a screaming child, sometimes with a mischievous child who nursed until let down then leans back to see the world. I have probably flashed people my nipple, and I know a couple of times a fine spray of milk went everywhere. But that is <i>nothing<\/i> compared to how awkward it feels to be seen pumping. It&#8217;s just so <i>dairy-cow<\/i> like.<\/p>\n<p>So that was my laugh of the day. At this point I just shrug and say, &#8220;Meh!&#8221; But I think that woman may be traumatized for life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am back from the RESOLVE Conference! I got to listen to some truly fascinating talks about various IVF topics, and I got to meet the fabulous Mel! (Photo will be forthcoming, when she sends me a copy. She&#8217;s presumably unpacking.) I&#8217;ll write more about the topics later when I go through my notes. 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