Everything continues to go well on the breastfeeding front. I was able to pump such a surplus during maternity leave that the husband is almost convinced that we need a second fridge just for the freezer space. He, however, is not convinced that we will us all of the stored milk. I keep telling him I used it all during the year that I nursed Peanut so it should not go to waste with Gizmo.
Gizmo is getting up two or three times a night to nurse. She actually went eight hours (8!) the other night without feeding. It turned out to be a bit of a fluke but it was lovely nonetheless. When I told the doctor how long she slept, he patronizingly told me that he understood it could make a mother nervous when the baby starts to sleep like that but that I shouldn't worry. I told him, "This is my second child. I wasn't worried. I was just happy to be sleeping."
The best part about this time is that I found the lactation room in my office. That's right. A room actually dedicated to breastfeeding mothers. I didn't bother asking when I had to pump for Peanut so I spent the year pumping in a unisex bathroom with a chair. It wasn't bad but it wasn't great.
This time, I asked for an alternative. I was led to a room with special code only given to lactating mothers. It has two comfy chairs, a fridge AND an old school electronic Medela pump that if you had the parts for, you could use. Seriously. It is away from the high traffic areas of the building so it is quiet. I couldn't believe it. It made me even more thankful that I work for this company.
I only have one issue. And I will state up front that it is very minor. I haven't figured out how to explain the black pump bag that I am often seen carrying off to the lactation room, especially to the men in my office. Many of those that work with me directly know what I am doing when I disappear two or three times a day. I just grab the bag and tell them I will be back in a few minutes. I also take my phone in case of emergency (I work in a newsroom. You never know what could happen from one minute to the next.)
But those that don't know have given me quizzical looks. One asked if I was going to lunch but then seem confused when I went in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. I think some of them have put two and two together and don't ask.
So here's my question. How do I discreetly explain the black back to my coworkers that ask (yes, I know it is none of their business but people are bound to ask and I am not embarrassed to tell them. I just don't want them to feel embarrassed for asking.)