Showing posts with label pump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pump. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

You Know It's Time to Go Home and Get Some Rest When....

You dump 2 oz of just expressed milk down the front of your pants while trying to pour it into the sterile containers. Wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry...so I laughed.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Nanny state

You'll be pleased to know that the vast danger posed to our way of life by breast pumps is being vigilantly monitored by the government and medical community.
I've bought powerful narcotics with less fuss than it took to rent a good pump.  Not only do you need a prescription (what the hell do they think someone's going to do with an illicit breast pump?) but some places further required the doctor or nurse call them in person, too.  The one we eventually went with was one of these, because the others were either out of the high-end models or closed on Saturdays.  What a pain.