Pump and Dump


Suspecting you’re pregnant is a little awkward when you have a newborn baby. Not that I wouldn’t love another someday, but Irish Twins while living in Mexico wasn’t isn’t really in my plans. Big sigh of relief when I found out that it just parasites (I guess a baby is a parasite too–but I’m referring to the wiggly kind that give you some serious issues…)

That’s right, people. Parasites have now been upgraded to Just Parasites.

In Chiapas, I was told that you should take an anti-parasite pill every six months. And I had to take my first pill about three months in. It’s really no big deal. You just swallow a pill–and usually your problems will start clearing up in a couple days.

I went to the drug store for a little info. At pharmacies in the States pharmacists are equipped with knowledge at their fingertips. In fact, we are giving a pamphlet of information AND we have to sign a form agreeing or disagreeing to council with the pharmacist. Not in Mexico.

In Mexico, if you ask the question, “Can I breastfeed while taking this?” the first thing the lady behind the counter does is turn the box over to observe an emblem of a pregnant woman with a / (slash) through her. This emblem is on EVERYTHING.

After she tells you that you need to talk to a doctor, that is it. No more information will be given to you. I waited to see the doctor at another pharmacy, but when he wanted to prescribe a anti-nausea pill, I decided he wasn’t worth my time.

Four pharmacies and no anti-parasite pill, and I returned home with a papaya. After all, remember? The seeds are supposed to be helpful at ridding your body of pests. The next morning, Victor headed out to the pharmacy. I didn’t last long…

We talked to the doctors, and decided it would be best to pump my milk for a while. I figured it was a good thing I had over eighty ounces stored in the freezer. The first time I pumped, it was one of those strange times where I got close to ten ounces. I almost cried watching that precious gold go down the drain! I did cry later that night when Alexandria was fussy for some mommy milk and I was unable to accommodate her.

The next day was tougher. I swear she snubbed me–gave me the cold shoulder. I never realized just how hard that would be… How amazing it felt to snuggle her close to me today! Next time, I might as well make that parasite comfy! It will be really hard to do this again!

First Day Back!

Today was my first day back at work.  I’ve been asked all day, “How are you feeling?”  And then I get the weirdest looks when I answer, “Oh, I’m fine!” in a cheerful tone of voice.  I know what they’re expecting.  I’ve heard them all year from my friends who head to work after maternity leave.  And honestly, if my husband wasn’t the world’s best daddy, you would hear the same thing from me.

Today was horrible.

I know you’re thinking, “But you just said you were fine!?”

Today was horrible, but the best part was leaving my baby.  (Now I am really not going to win Mom of the Year…)

Going back in a classroom that hasn’t been your own for three months is tough.  Those kids are mine.  These things are mine.  That desk is mine.  But why is everything all out-of-place?  Why do the desks have all this junk in them?  Why is my desk so tidy? (haha)  Worst of all: why am I having to remind my kids what I expect?

Oh, I know the answer to that…  And I keep telling myself, it’s not that you’ve been gone–it’s that summer is right around the corner!!  (34 work days left…)

And then there was the pumping breast milk while sitting on a child-size chair in a closet where things have been “stored” for the last 8 months.  Let me tell ya, nothing says, “Come on, let-down!” like staring at all of the things you need to clean, get rid of, and organize.

On the to-do list for tomorrow: Block the vent at the bottom of the door.  Apparently, the teacher spending 20 minutes in a closet makes second graders pretty curious.