At work, there is a small room called the Lactation Room. It's a place where anyone who is in the hospital can go and pump in privacy. There is a hospital grade pump available there if you have the pump kit, breastmilk storage bags and magazines to read. I found this little ditty last night. It was just typed up, no author's name, but I thought it was pretty funny. I still pump at work when I get the chance and I still intend to breastfeed for several more months. This lactation room seems to be getting more and more use lately and I'm glad to see it, if not just for the extra reading material. For awhile, I think I was the only one who went in there. Some people may think that beyond a year, Isaiah doesn't need to breast feed. Nutritionally, he's getting what he needs from whole milk and food, but the nutrients in Bmilk won't hurt him, he needs to feel that comfort and security that breastfeeding provides. When he decides he's done, then we're done. Be that tomorrow or in 6 months. There of course will be a limit for me, 2 is as long as I think I can do it. When he's talking, it will be too weird. But, at least for now, we're still going strong. I make no judgement of people who choose not to breastfeed. It's a mother's choice, but all to often, I've felt pressured to not breastfeed, or at least to not be breastfeeding still. It's too bad that in some places, society sees breastfeeding as something for the mother's enjoyment, or something that should be hidden away in bedrooms or bathrooms. Breasts are for feeding babies. That's how they should be seen, not as sexual objects. My kids see me breastfeed and both Jacob and Clara understand that that's what they are for. I don't go whipping them around and whatnot, but I don't hide the fact that I am feeding Isaiah with my body. I am discreet and always use a blanket when anyone else is around, mainly for my comfort. Women who give their babies bottles aren't forced to hide, so why should breastfeeding mamas? Plus, the World Health Organization recommends 6 months of exclusive breastfeeding, and breastfeeding along with food for 2 years. Sorry, I'll get off my podium now. Enjoy!
*Sing to the tune of "Be Our Guest" from Beauty and the Beast
See our breasts, see our breasts-
Everywhere, half-naked chests.
While we nurse,
The prudish curse
And wish we'd button up our vests.
Sorry, folks, look away
If we're too decollete,
but this is what boobs are made for,
Not those Wonderbras you've paid for.
We refuse to go feed
Hunched in bathroom stalls---indeed,
We're appalled that you would make such rude requests.
Would you agree to eat
Upon a toilet seat?
See our breasts, see our breasts, free our breasts!