Hai hai hai.............
I wasn't so lucky this week. After having curi curi expressing milk in the big small meeting room, I was shocked to find out that a big group of people waiting for me to finish my earthy job. Damn embarassing! They didn't book the room and came straight to wait for me outside.
Then, I switched to a room which I'd booked. Someone knocked on door and tried to open it while I was still expressing. So ridiculous! The fellow came back and tried to open the door again. Damn it... I couldn't be bothered.
Now, I turned to pantry knowing that someone had done it so. That was this Indian colleague knocked on my door and called-out a lady's name who used to express in the pantry. She continued calling her until I got to open the door and tell her I need to use the room.
Hmmm............ So much troubles. My milk supply is getting less bcoz of these stressful disturbances. Most of the time, I've to do it in the fear of someone breaking in. Hai, the office is soooo unfriendly to mothers.
2 comments:
When Ryan was a baby, he used to drink out of the toilet - well, almost. All his milk was expressed in the toilet and then brought home for him.
With Megan, some of the milk is also expressed in the toilet.
It may seem disgusting to us, but it is perfectly safe if you ask me. And so far, my kids have been ok too.
U may be rite. Save all the troubles to search for a room.
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