In the last 24 hours, I’ve learned that TWO couples in my life are pregnant. I’m not yet at liberty to disclose identifying characteristics, not even to you, dear blogosphere. Suffice it to say that I am DELIGHTED for them both.

AND, also in the last 24 hours, a third couple whom I adore sent out ultrasound pictures of their TWIN 20-weeks-along future-baby boys. (Scott & Heather, King friends who are not on Scott’s email list!)

(Note to my sad and stressed out still trying to conceive friends: at least one of these couples has been trying long and hard for years. I hope I get to congratulate you like this too.)

 

Unlike Lindsay Sterling, I researched what I would need to do to safely pump and get my breastmilk home safely, so I didn’t have to dump any. And I got lucky because my luggage wasn’t lost.

(And lucky for me, I’m not very shy in real life. So I didn’t have a terrible time saying “nursing” “breastfeeding” “breast milk” and “pumping” to TSA screeners, airplane, or hotel staff.)

The TSA did almost confiscate my lanolin. It was the only “gel-like” substance in my carry-on luggage, and instead of putting it in a quart-sized zip-lock baggie, I put the 2 oz tube in a gallon-sized zip-lock baggie. It was obviously much smaller than the allotted size, and medically necessary to boot.

TSA screener #1 refused to let me go to the X-Ray area, and ultimately agreed to call a supervisor for me.

TSA supervisor #1 allowed me to go forward, but only if I took the tube out of the baggie.

TSA X-Ray screener told me “no way!” His supervisor heard the baggie-no-baggie story and allowed me through since I also used the phrases medically necessary, nursing mom, and pumping milk. I was, in fact, about to escalate to talking about nipple pain, but fortunately, he didn’t make me. (Yeah, I’m not so shy, but I don’t love talking about my breasts with strangers, in spite of the evidence of this blog.)

Edited to note that this should have been entirely unnecessary, according to the TSA’s web page (I could NOT make this up) “Straight Answers To Help You Understand The Latest Security Measures,” which reads in part:

Do prescription and non-prescription medications have to be packaged in a quart-size clear plastic, zip-top bag?

No. Medications (prescription medicines and over-the-counter medicinal products, i.e. Tylenol®, Pepto-Bismol®, ointments, etc.) that come in liquid, gel, and/or aerosol form in containers greater than 3 ounce must be declared at the screening checkpoint, but do not have to be packaged in a quart-size, clear plastic, zip-top bag. If the medications are in containers of 3 ounces or less, they may also be included in the quart-size zip-top bag with other items – as long as it all comfortably fits.

The TSA rule saying you can’t transport breastmilk if you are travelling without your baby is still incredibly stupid.

The agent who made the woman in the article dump her milk said she was the 6th woman who he had made dump her milk that day. And that was at a small airport, in Madison, Wisconsin. How much breastmilk do you suppose gets dumped at O’Hare or JFK or LAX or Atlanta? I’ll bet that thousands of gallons of breastmilk is dumped daily. What a  painful waste.
Sure, some women might want to take milk in a bottle with the baby, so they don’t have to nurse in public. Personally, I’ve nursed Noah on every airplane he’s boarded, but as noted, I’m below-average shy. That doesn’t change the fact that ALL women who are nursing and have to travel away from their babies want to bring that milk back to the baby safely.

The percentage of working women in the US to whom that circumstance applies may not be huge, but it isn’t insignificant either. And since in the US highly-educated women are the most likely to breastfeed, it stands to reason that working moms with the kinds of jobs that require airline travel are probably also among the most likely to be hurt by this stupid TSA rule.

The TSA, of course, is an agency of the same United States government that is pressuring women to breastfeed for at least six months.

You know, if all the mothers would just be good little ladies and stay at home with their babies, preferably barefoot and with another bun in the oven, we wouldn’t be having these problems.

 

It is so nice to be home again. I really can’t even express it.

Noah and Mommy

I had a great time sleeping through the night and confering with learned colleagues in the perfect weather of Palm Springs, but nothing beats coming home.

All my pumped milk made it back ok. Because I am naive and inexperienced, I failed to think through the logical consequences of “newspaper insulates really well” and wrapped most of it in newspaper before asking the hotel to freeze it, which meant that only the milk that was in the hotel freezer for 2 days was actually frozen, but all of it stayed frozen all the way home. (One bag was kind of slushie, but I count it as frozen.)

The rest was cold all the way back, and is now frozen.

Noah had enough to drink, with 1 bottle and 3 bags left over, for a total of roughly 15 oz.

After I unpacked it at home, and repacked it for the freezer here, I went to his school and hung out for about 2 hours. Noah was a little uncertain when I first got there, but then I nursed him to sleep, and when he woke up, he was superhappy and excited to see me. Yes, I sat there and held him in my arms for 45 minutes while he napped. I couldn’t stand the idea of leaving him again.
I also learned that I am raising a kisser.

Noah kissed me, 1 teacher, and 2 other babies while I was there. His kisses are wide open and wet, and now that he has TWO teeth — yes, he sprouted a second one while I was gone — they are a little toothy. We may have to work on learning to kiss with the mouth shut. (Which is, in fact, the only way we ever kiss him. But since he can’t see our mouths when we’re kissing his cheeks, this may be unclear.)

The baby that they are no longer calling his girlfriend because we finally asked that they work on modeling male and female friendships instead of romanticizing children’s relationships, is obviously and truly Noah’s best friend.

He’d been kissing a baby who can’t move herself, when he heard Baby K start babbling. BAM! He was off like a shot, leaving the helpless baby to entertain herself, while he crawled excitedly towards Baby K. The two of them sat there grinning and babbling and poking each other in the face and pulling each other’s hair, and Noah could hardly decide whether to look at her or at me.

Unfortunately, the teachers think K is teaching Noah how to pull hair. She has naturally punk rock hair that absolutely begs to be touched — imagine if David Bowie’s hair grew that way naturally, with no product. So everyone touches K’s hair, and as a result, she thinks the normal way to greet people is to pull their hair. Just like Noah thinks it is to kiss them and stick your fingers in their mouth.

Nap over! Here’s another picture, with BOTH TEETH.

Both Teeth

 

I do have to warn you, this is going to be another one of THOSE posts, that have a high probability of including TMI. So all the good details will be “below the fold.”

For anyone who finds this post via google or another search, as of this writing, my son is 8 months old. He’s been about 95% breastmilk fed (not counting solid foods), and I’ve been pumping since I went back to work when he was 9 weeks old.

And based on all that, here are my opinions about nursing and pumping gear. They are my personal opinions, not based in any science, education, or official anything. I am not a lactation consultant or any other kind of medical professional. I’m an opinionated mom.
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I don’t mean for this to sound flip. I do know that it isn’t actually because of me, but it IS a little freaky to me.

The first time I flew into the Ontario, California airport was Sept 10, 2001. We all know what happened the next day.

The second time I flew into the Ontario, California airport was October 10, 2006. And the next day, that guy from the Yankees flew into a residential building in Manhattan.

I’m thinking I should fly into LAX next time. Or anywhere else, really.

 

I forgot! Today is National Coming Out Day.

You probably all know that I think coming out, with the attitude that ‘this is who I am, and it’s really quite ordinary,’ makes more of a difference to empand LGBT civil rights than anything else.

Lucky (and surreal) for me, I’m at a law enf/comm industry conference today. I don’t know anyone here, so I have lots of opportunities to come out today.

What about you?

PS – Straight readers, I’m not sure how you can join the celebration. Come out about having LGBT friends or family? Link to LGBT blogs? Vote? (Or today, talk about voting against hatemonger & fear-spreaders?) Whatever you do, know that we need your help!

 

This is my first attempt to blog from my treo, so if it turns out unreadable, sorry!

First, thanks Jen & Bree, for the great travel-pumping suggestions. So far, so good. I’ll post more about that when I’m at a keyboard. :)

Jill & Noah had a good night last night. He stayed up until 10 pm, but then slept for 10 hours! Way to go Noah!!!

I slept fabulously last night, too. I crashed at 8 pdt, but woke up at 2 am with the serious need to pump. 8.5 oz and 45 min later, I fell asleep really missing Noah.

I have to say, going back to sleep was really nice. I think last night was the best sleep I’ve had since my 2nd trimester.

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