Organically Growing

I’ve known that my start date at work was going to be August 17 since the day after Ryder was born. I’ve had four months to get things organized, and I did all the major stuff: milk has been pumped, nanny has been hired, new 4-day work schedule has been approved.

What I didn’t know was that I would be going on a last-minute trip to Indianapolis for a team meeting my second week back. Not only was it my first night (s) away from Ryder, but my first time pumping out of the house! Here are a few details that would have made pumping on the road a little bit easier.

• A cute bag for pump carrying. Yes, I have the Medela Pump In Style Shoulder Bag. No, I do not want to carry it to an office for a meeting.
• For this trip, I brought my small handpump, making a little tote bag even much more needed. Instead, it went in with my makeup bag, wrapped up in a zip top plastic bag. Classy, I know.
• A less conspicuous insulated bag for carrying milk home. The cooler bag with frozen blue cube that came with the pump doesn’t fit in my laptop bag and it looks weird to stash in the cafeteria fridge. But I did it anyway.
• Hooter Hider. I’ve refused to buy one of these because I figured a big blanket does the trick to feed the boy in public just fine. It is less manageable to pump and manipulate blanket to appropriate positioning. This would have been super convenient for airport pumping.
• Pump bra for hands-free pumping in hotel room so I can work and pump at the same time.

Everyone was curious how I would handle being away from Ryder for the first time. I have to admit that I was more worried about how I would pump for 2 days than how Ryder would fare without me.

Instead, I was focusing most of my energy on how/when I would be able to pull my hand  pump out of my suitcase and keep the milk a-flowing. On my layovers (both directions), I ended up pumping in the airport bathroom. I know it sounds disgusting, but I was super careful about not touching anything and keeping the parts clean. And when it came down to it – when you’re on a 7 hour flight, you have to get the milk out somehow.

I was super psyched to learn that our new office has a “Wellness Room” – which is quite obviously a mother’s room with a comfy chair, sink and little fridge. I work with such a young company, everyone I inquired with about the room didn’t know what it was for. And honestly, I felt like I was probably the first (and only) person to use it so far.

I missed him, but I wasn’t tearful or terribly upset. Maybe it was because the red eye on Monday night lead straight into a busy day of meetings on Tuesday and dinner out that night. Maybe because I was so tired on Tuesday that I passed out for 12 hours and then woke to a second days of running around so much that I hardly had time to think about anything but work and milk management.

I did realize though, that a crying baby on a flight (even a red eye) doesn’t phase me. I woke up several times on the flight and just thought – poor baby, he’s not getting a wink of sleep! And I promised myself that a red eye will not be an option for Ryder (unless we’re going to Argentina).

All in all, the trip went well and I came home with 40+ oz. of milk that security didn’t even bat an eye at.

My first night out without a baby waiting at home and I went for it! Two margaritas and a couple of beers and this lightweight was tispy! When I got back to the hotel from dinner, I determined that my milk was not going to be fit for consumption and had to do my first pump and dump.

If I wasn’t so tired when I flushed the 8 oz. of milk down the sink, I probably would have lamented its loss considerably more.

Even still, I do not forsee doing that again.

I got pretty busy pumping breastmilk in May, when we had lots of company to hold and cuddle Ryder while I hooked up to the milking machine. Hence, we now have a freezer full of milk that is about to “expire.” According to all the research I’ve read, frozen breastmilk stays good for 3 months when stored in a regular freezer. While I”m sure this is conservative, I figure why risk it when I’m still producing like a conventional farm heffer.

But what to do with all these bags of organic goodness? I couldn’t bear to see it thrown away. Then I got an email from a friend who whose newborn spent some time in the NICU for breathing concerns (he’s at home now and doing great). She mentioned in her message at the babe was taking in donated breastmilk. Ah-ha!

So I put a call out on my local Yahoo moms group and the response has been wonderful! Several moms who have recently adopted newborns were looking for breastmilk. I was able to give away my May milk to a local family and have contacts should I need to move through the June supply as well. While my May supply ended up only being about 40 oz. I figure that will give a newborn at least a couple days of breastmilk nutrition, and that’s a couple more days than he/she might have otherwise gotten. Every little bit is good for baby!

For those of you with high production, I would defintely recommend looking for opportunities to donate extra milk if you can.