I just found this poem I wrote about 5 years ago. I was working full time after the birth of my first child. The office I worked in only had three single bathrooms for the entire building so I had to sit in one of them to pump two times a day. It was horrible.
Pumpin'
I pump in a bathroom
that is cold and tall
I've had my chair stolen
I now sit on one that is too small
It is humilating and awkward to say the least
and it usually smells of a dying beast
But it is all I have
so two times a day
I lock myself in and pump away.
originally written Sept 2002
