Where I pumped today (yesterday). Second in a series.

Yesterday, I was at my company's office in downtown San Francisco.

The pump room there is much more spartan than the one at the Silicon Valley office, but perfectly functional. There's a small table, which is great for working on my laptop while I pump, and a phone with a good speaker for when I need to take conference calls. (Yes, while pumping! Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.)



On the other side of the room, there is a mini fridge. Very handy. I usually stick my pump parts in the fridge rather than wash them out after every session (I do a thorough cleaning at night), so it's nice having a dedicated fridge for this stuff rather than putting my parts next to my co-worker's lunch.


That's all! Like I said, spartan but functional.

Poopy day

Sigh.

Littles started off this morning with a massive poop, and it just went downhill from there.

I have a team meeting in San Francisco today, so I nursed Littles and fixed her breakfast and then handed her off to Hubby. Hubby was already mad at me because I forgot to tell him about the team meeting (and therefore my need for him to be at home till 8:30, when he could leave Littles with Maria) until yesterday.

Littles is in a serious separation anxiety phase, so I knew I had to make sure she was distracted if I needed to leave her. Hubby took her and gave her some mango for breakfast, which she happily chowed down on while I snuck upstairs to finish getting ready. Score!

I came back downstairs, almost ready to walk out the door, and remembered I left my cell phone in the office upstairs. With no time to distract Littles, I ran upstairs and hoped for the best. She started wailing the moment I left her sight. Sigh.

It took me maybe 15 seconds to grab my cell phone and run back downstairs, but Littles was already pissed and took a huge handful of mango and threw it on the floor. Breakfast was clearly done, and I just tried to get the rest of my stuff together as quickly as possible so I could get out the door before she got totally worked up.

I had just grabbed my bags when the phone rang. Caller ID showed it was Maria. Uh-oh. Just what I need, for her to be sick today.

Hubby talked to her -- she can't get to our house until 9 AM today. She's normally punctual and so we really can't fault her for being a little late one day... but why today, of all days? I asked Hubby if it was OK for him to stay later, and he just glared at me and told me to get going. I did, listening to Littles fuss until I walked out the front door.

I think hit every single red light between our home and the BART station. Parking at Dublin/Pleasanton BART is impossible on weekdays. Luckily, I did find a spot, but it was practically in a different zip code. I had six minutes to make it to the station to make my train. I threw on my backpack, slung my pump bag over my head, and ran.

I made it. Whew. Maybe this day is getting better.

Or maybe not. I was going to grab breakfast on my way up to the office, but I just realized I left my wallet at home.

Where I pumped today. First in a series.

I thought it might be fun to do a little tour of the lovely places where I pump :)

I was at my company's office in Silicon Valley today. I rarely visit this office these days, so I had to seek out the pump room for the first time. I was a little surprised to discover there is just one pump room for the 1000-odd employees at this office. But I guess it's not used very often, as the receptionist who is in charge of the key to the room wasn't 100% sure where the key was, or where the room was.

Too bad it's not more used, as it's a wonderful spot!

Here's a picture looking into the room from the door:


Yes, that big black chair is a very comfortable recliner :)

Looking back towards the door, from the vicinity of the recliner:


A full-sized refrigerator with freezer is so handy -- rather than keeping the milk in my little cooler bag with an ice pack, I can stick the milk in the fridge and the ice pack in the freezer. That way, I know it'll all stay cold on the way home.

Two thumbs up to this spot!

Another benefit of our nanny share

HAND-ME-DOWNS! Dani's mom just gave us another huge bag of clothes. I think this brings the total to at least 6 or 7 bags since we started the nanny share. I don't think we'll need to buy any more clothes for Littles until she's 2 years old.

Ready, set, don't go

Most days, when I leave Littles in the morning, she's playing happily with Dad or Maria or Gali or Dani and hardly seems to notice when I slip out the door.

Every now and then, though, she just looks at me with a sad look in her big blue eyes. She never cries, but boy, it's hard to walk away from that look.

But then, I do have a huge Littles smile to look forward to at the end of the day :)

100 days to go

100 days till Littles' first birthday. When she can start on cow's milk. And I can put away the pump for good.

Pumping heaven

I was onsite this week with my "main" customer. About 75% of my time is dedicated to this customer, while all the rest of my customers take up the remaining 25%. Up till this week, I'd been working with these guys mostly remotely, so pumping wasn't an issue.

On Monday, I was only onsite for half the day, so I was able to pump while driving to the site and then again while driving home.

On Tuesday, I found a "touchdown" room, which worked OK as a pumping room. Key feature: The door locked from the inside. It did have a window to the hallway outside, but the window was frosted about 6 or 7 feet up, so people would've had to really try to look in and see me. I put my nursing cover on and felt fairly safe.

On Wednesday, I found pumping heaven.

I was wandering around on a floor that I hadn't been on before, trying to find a meeting, when I came across the room directly above the "touchdown" room I'd used the day before. This room was labeled "Health Room" and what caught my eye was that the window was frosted all the way from floor to ceiling. I peeked inside and noticed that in addition to the lock-from-the-inside door, the room had a refrigerator, a sink, and a comfortable chair. Clearly intended to be a pumping room.

This made my week. Sad but true.