Awkward Pumping Moments

You are probably asking yourself, what could possible be awkward about wearing a sports bra with two holes cut out of it, out of which are protruding plastic flanges with bottles below them which are catching some sort of liquid, and those are attached to a machine that makes a noise that is a cross between Darth Vader breathing and a life-support machine for a coma patient?

And the answer is nothing.... as long as no one sees you.

So, the room that I pump in has two doors - an outer door which requires a key code, and then an inner door which you can close and adorn with a sign that says "occupied." Well, I used to close the inner door but I stopped doing it because the only people who come into that room are other pumping moms, and I figured if one of them ever comes early for her shift I might as well just let her in, cause who cares, right?

Well a couple weeks ago, I was pumping and I heard the door open. I figure it's one of my fellow mom-warriors, so I turn around and say hello. And... it's a man! Er, more like boy. I'd say he was an undergrad. He froze, mouth open, and then said, "the mail room is.... not here!" and turned around and ran out.

I felt bad for the kid, I think it was actually more awkward for him than for me. Once you've given birth to a baby you pretty much don't care who sees what anymore. BTW it took me a while to notice this, but it turns out that the "mail room" is actually a metal shelf in the area between the two doors...who knew? I didn't realize because it's usually empty. So, from now on I keep the door closed!