This story started when I decided to return to work part time when my baby was 3 months old. Out of an effort to protect the image of my highly-respected field of work, I won't spell out what I do for a living, but it's okay if you want to guess.
So I gave my resume to every potential employer in the area and anxiously waited...
"Anxiously" for more than the obvious reasons. I was SO nervous about telling a new boss that I would need to pump at work.
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I work 10 to 12 hour shifts. Legally, I cannot leave the immediate area where I work without closing up the place. So I cannot go somewhere else for breaks. I can take breaks, I just can't leave the building. Can you start to see my dilema?
So I got a call and accepted a job. Yea! A paycheck was in my future! And the clock started ticking to my first day and the dreaded conversation about where and when to pump at work. I wish I didn't get so sick to my stomach whenever I think about it. I know I am doing the right thing, breastfeeding my baby, but the thought of telling my boss makes me want to crawl in a hole and never show my face again. I couldn't even sleep the night before my first day. What will people think? What will people say? Maybe I should just not pump and see what happens. Maybe my breasts won't hurt from engorgement after 10 hours. Maybe they won't leak. Oh, but what if my milk dries up. I can't let that happen. I love my baby too much to let that happen. Okay, I will lug the pump and I will just tell them I have to do it. So I frantically searched the internet for help/advice, to no avail. There are no pumping laws in my state to help me. Bringing up laws doesn't seem like it will give a good impression to my new boss anyway.
I report to work my first day and secretly try to scout the place for an appropriate place to pump. Ugh... there is not even an office or store room. The only place that is at all private is the bathroom. The bathroom? Oh that sucks.
The business is owned by a husband and wife. The husband is the boss. The wife is kinda just there working. So I picked her as the obvious choice to ask about the pumping issue. "I need to pump my breast milk. Where is a good place to do that?"
She just stared back at me.
Patiently, I waited for her to answer.
She continued to stare back at me.
I could feel my face turning red, "Should I just go in the bathroom?"
"Yea, I think that would be best," she responded.