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woowoo mama goes to…

i packed my old north face bag and in it i put:

2 pens

lined paper in a folder

2 required texts

1 tupperware of baby carrots

1 tupperware of almonds (raw and roasted) and cashews

red lettuce, feta, and almond salad

beets (roasted, peeled, quartered, bathed in red wine vinegar)

freshly baked bread

lemon, radish leaf pesto

1/2 almond butter and wild blueberry jam sandwich on the fresh bread

a small block of cheese

2 apples

water bottle (kleen kanteen)

medela pump in style advanced with all the fixin’s, four bottles, cooler bag, hands free bra (read old nursing bra with holes cut in it)

iphone

so where is woowoo mama going?  (not on a picnic – i swear!)

woowoo mama goes to school.

hope you all have a wonderful weekend.  i’ll check in on the far side of this adventure.  or i’ll blog from my iphone during class.  (bad bad bad.)

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for the record

polite indifference does not equal support.  pumping mama’s deserve support.

a phone call yesterday:

me: hello, i am calling because i will be in your weekend intensive class this coming weekend.

professor: hi, yes?

me:  i am a nursing mom so i will be using our break time to pump for my baby and just in case it takes me longer than the fifteen minutes you have alloted i wanted to let you know why i am late.

professor: sorry, i heard you say pump but not much else.

me: i am nursing my baby so i will be using the break time you give us to pump breast milk.  i wanted to tell you so that you understand why i might be late returning from your allotted breaks.

professor: oh fine.  you can take whatever break you feel you need to.  it is up to you to determine what your priorities are.

me:  well, ok.  i just wanted you to understand so you didn’t just feel i am being rude.

professor: ok well i’ll see you this weekend then.

now maybe i am being a little oversensitive here but i had been anticipating something more along the lines of, “thank you for telling me.”  not some statement about my priorities.  it is not like i just called to tell him i will be on the phone with my girlfriend so i will be a few minutes late.  i mean, fifteen minutes to pump and have a snack is pretty annoying as it without the added tension of my professor telling me it was my decision to assess my own priorities.  how about a little show of support for a pumping mama?

i have been lucky not to have to deal with this stuff much in my time as a nursing mom.  i have to say it makes me irate how little respect and understanding there is of the needs of a pumping mama.  how the words ‘pumping breastmilk” seems to suddenly make everyone edgey and embarrassed.  how the person i called at the university to help me find a private place to pump on my breaks referred to me as needing to “reserve a room for non academic purposes.”  i do not want to be made to feel like pumping is shameful, like saying the word breast is shameful, or sexual, or too much information.  my breasts make milk.  the milk is for my child.  deal with it.  make is easy and comfortable for me to deal with it.

as i said, polite indifference simply does not cut it for me.  next time i’d like it to go like this:

me:  hello, i am calling because i will be in your weekend intensive class this coming weekend.

professor: hi, yes?

me:  i am a nursing mom so i will be using our break time to pump for my baby and just in case it takes me longer than the fifteen minutes you have alloted i wanted to let you know why i am late.

professor:  you can take any extra time you need.  i understand the importance of what you are doing and i am open to supporting you in any way you need it.  thank you for taking the time to call me and alert me to your situation.  now if you are late to return from break i will know it is not out of disrespect to me as the professor but out of a dedication to your role as a nursing mother.

me:  great, see you this weekend!

rant over.

see ya.

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