Monday, April 7, 2008

adventures in pumping

Sleep deprivation can do strange things to you. For example, it sounds like my pump is talking when it's on. The initial cycle sounds like "Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!" or the creepy "What a ho! What a ho! What a ho!" When it switches to the second cycle, I've heard:

(note, these are all repeated over and over and over for 30 minutes, enough to drive even the most sane to the brink.)

dinner plate
Kate
weirdo
HEY!
wake up
wheat cup
harelip, woof!

I have also forgotten to attach the collection bottle to the flanges. I only realized it when I came out of my middle of the night haze and wondered why my pant leg was suddenly wet. I looked down to see my precious, meager milk supply dripping out onto my jeans. You don't know sadness until you've spilled some breast milk, my friends.

1 comment:

Ahuva Batya said...

Oh Katie! I'm almost crying from laughing at this. You poor thing. I hope you don't start talking back to the breast pump. Or maybe it's the start of a great book: "Katie and the Magical Breast Pump."