Nursing mothers never forget

We gathered, a batch of us, to reminisce about work. Well, and about houses, and summer, and families, and memories. Don't women always do that? Five of us, with kids ranging in age from 3 year-olds to "kids" in college, and one almost-married young'un, chatted about everything under the sun in between serious work-related stuff. (If anything called stuff can be considered serious, that is!)

Many of our funniest stories were from feeding our babies when they were itty bitty babies and we were (gulp) breastfeeding them. A few of us were able to nurse in public without a qualm. We somehow mastered the art of tucking baby under our shirts without exposing too much and therefore not attracting attention. Unwritten (and unspoken) in this statement is an element of confidence that modesty is not an issue when feeding a baby. but when you think about it, is there any modesty left after giving birth? I mean, really, after the delivery room, is privacy even a distant relative any more? But I digress...
We revived our memories of pumping, too. Who can forget the times people walked into what passed as a "private" room when we had various sizes and types of pumps attached to our lovely anatomy? And what do you say when that happens? Let's see... how about:
"Moo"
"Aw, busted again."
"Holy cow!"
"Don't mind me, I just got separated from the herd."
"Um..um.. I thought maintenance was coming in tomorrow?"

So in the meantime, our young single one was enjoying the tales or pretending she was. I hope we didn't scare her off from breastfeeding, if that's what she wants to do. Maybe we can stand guard for her in a few years if she decides to pump on the job. "Holy cow, buster, don't even THINK of going in there, and that's no bull!"

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