Three months later, and I had to go back to work. Part-time, three days a week from 8am to 2pm. That sounded a lot to me. I was really upset to leave my baby girl, and I was so scared of how would breastfeeding work with me gone for so many hours. Now, I had to pump, so I could store my breastmilk, and then I had to also pump during work. How would that feel I wondered.

Well, the first day back to work had arrived. I had my little lunchbox (https://amzn.to/42xHmUH), with the Medela handheld pump (https://amzn.to/3z3gA92), and the storage bags (https://amzn.to/40n7kbO). My husband was home with the baby, and all of a sudden I get a picture with him feeding the baby with the bottle, my eyes got watery. I felt heartbroken. In this day, I still don’t understand why this made me so upset. I felt hurt seeing someone else feeding her. I thought I was the only one that I could satisfy that need. It might be sounding silly, but at that moment it was very important to me.

I worked as a waitress at a diner, and of course the pace of this kind of job is very fast. I wasn’t thinking of pumping at all, until my breasts were getting so full, and hard, that it made it impossible to ignore. Went to the bathroom to pump, and I have to say it wasn’t that fun. Soon, I got used to it. Became a habit, the days I worked I had to take a small break at 12pm to pump. My coworkers knew and there was no problem at all. They even reminded me on days that I was forgetting to do so.

But of course, the minute I was getting home, the only thing I wanted to do was to run to my baby, and feed her right from the “source”.

The “going back to work” thing didn’t last for too long. Covid happened a few months later. The world shut down, and the diner did too.

In these scary and uncertain days, when no one knew what was going to happen, I felt grateful and lucky to stay home and focus on my little baby and my growing family.