Today was the worst pumping day ever.

During Round #1, something totally peculiar happened. I admit, I let my mind wander. In fact, I also let my hand wander, to the phone, to call Levi’s Mom. No sooner did I pick up my cell phone than the pump began making a horrible squelchy noise. I dropped the phone and saw milk backing into the pump hose on the right side. And then into the rubber pumping bit, and then into the hose on the left side. AAAAAAACK!

I turned off the pump, disconnected everything, took apart everything I could take apart, cleaned it to the best of my abilities, put it all back together again, and THANK GOD it worked. In the end, I lost about an ounce, and left with about 10. This was at not quite 10 am. I couldn’t have gone all day without pumping! And we can’t afford a new pump.

This also threw off the whole carefully negotiated schedule that the 3 of us who are currently pumping in my workplace had worked out this morning. Fortunately, they are both very understanding.

At 2:30, I went back for Round #2.

Everything went smoothly until I was done, when I realized there were no paper towels left in the room. Well, I don’t prefer drip-dry, but…ok. Then I realized I didn’t have any lids for my bottles. Not a disaster, I had some backup bags.

Well, it turns out there’s a reason Lanisoh only marks the bags up to 6 oz. I dumped in my ~9 oz from both bottles, and turned to wash the bottles.

Return of the squelchy sound. This time, it is the sound of ~6 oz of milk pouring out of the bag, over the side of a little table, and into the carpet.

Remember the part where there are no paper towels left?

Cue the sound of the extremely agitated woman chanting, "F*ck! F*ck! F*cketty-F*ck!" at an  ever increasing volume.