In honor of Christopher being 10 months old today and the fact that I have officially made it to 10 months of breastfeeding my little guy, something awkward had to happen around the topic of breastfeeding right?
Monday's are a special little day we like to call at work "war room day"... I sit in a conference room all.day.long. with some of my closest coworkers to work on European projects & video conference with our EU colleagues.
Well, I went to leave the war room to go to the lactation room in the building and a male coworker was walking out behind me. The lactation room is a hop skip & a jump away from the room we were so he was going to see me "sneak in" even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows that I am a nursing mother. (Or so I thought.) To my surprise after I open the door he is right behind me saying "I've always wanted to see what is in this room!" In my mind, I was thinking "wow, you want to see the inside of a lactation room? I mean, it holds liquid gold but how did you know what was in here?" but of course I just kind of stare at him politely not really sure what to say.
The next words out of his mouth (after seeing the fridge, the sink, the lockers and the microwave) are "so what is this room?". I looked at him and just said "A lactation room." His response was the classic "Oh! Okay..." as he scampered down the hallway clearly embarrassed he asked. I called out behind him "Hey, you asked!"
This was a conversation with the father of 2 children...
Hi! Just stumbled across your blog from Endless Strength's blogroll. I couldn't resist your title! :-) As a full time working mom, with a 5 month old, I have many "lactiation room" nightmares I can share, HAHAHA... so funny. Like the other day, I had booked the room on Outlook, (mine baby, all mine..) and the door was locked. I politely knocked on the door to ask, "are you going to be much longer? I have the room reserved..." A MALE voice answers, hold on.. and then the door opens. It is one of my co-workers.. and he looks at me in surprise... I say, "I have booked this room." He looks at me like, (duh) "I am brushing my teeth..." I pulled out my pump and stuck it on the counter. His eyes got BIG AS SAUCERS, "OHHHHHH!, you are doing THAT!?!?!" and he started to back up towards the door... "yeah.. it *IS* the "Mother's Room"... " I said... He was so embarassed, he will never be back, I venture.
ReplyDelete(Or how about the one time, I go in there, and right before I am about to shut the door behind me and lock it, a man with an office across from the room, comes running in, blocks the door and says, "Hey wait a minute, before you go in there.. I need to get my lunch." (He walks into the fridge, and pulls out his lunch bag, amidst the Medella parts. I said, "Hey... this is a dangerous place to keep your lunch." He just looked at me and said with a poker face, "I am well aware of the risks."... (Good God, who only knows what he was thinking?!) LOL, anyway, so nice to read this post. So nice to commiserate about the PUMP ROOM, LOL!!! I have been meaning to write a post about how to survive pumping at work, as I have done it for over 2 YEARS now with 2 different kids. I am a pro! Anyway, best of luck to you and your baby. Congrats on your little one.