Sunday, September 9, 2007 at 07:43AM
Think of This Story...
My partner Sarah and I co-nursed. Having met in Germany when she was 7-months pregnant and my youngest was 2-days old, by the time we left the guys we were well into co-nursing the two babies. It was really nice, this having four lactating breasts around... I, the stay-at-home mom, nursed during the day, and she, the Army diesel mechanic, nursed during the evening hours while I cooked dinner and had a respite from feeling touched out. We shared the family bed with the babies and both nursed all night long. In our waterbed. With the babies on their stomachs. But that's a story for another time. (Yes, they're still alive.)
So, this one time, Sarah had to go to the Field for a couple of weeks. Going to the Field meant leaving civilization and pretending you were at war, no real food, eating MRE's (Meals, Ready to Eat), pooping in makeshift latrines, drills every day and night, very little sleep... things like that. Stuff that would make me cry, but that made the soldiers have big fun and got to play in the mud and with their guns and hand grenades. (Not making any comments about the un-peaceful aspects here.)
Well, Sarah, who was nursing two kidlets, was certainly not going to stop nursing, pumped while in the field. She being a diesel mechanic on trucks 22.5 tons and larger, was the only female in her company, but the guys were pretty used to her crazy ways by the time she brought her Medela cylinder hand pump (I can't find a picture of one for the life of me) on the trip.
The pump was clear plastic and had one tube inside the other. The inside tube was flared at the top to allow the breast to lay inside and when you pulled the bottom tube, the nipple was pulled deep inside the tube and the milk was expressed. I see nothing like that is made nowadays.
Sarah was really great at keeping her milk supply up for two kids, too. She pumped a lot despite maneuvers. We always joked about carrying around a freezer to store the milk since it really seemed a sadness to pump and dump such liquid gold, but she thought her commander might notice the extention cord.
One night about 9 days into the two-week trip, as she was driving after a terribly busy day where she couldn't pump at all, her breasts were hugely full and she had to pump. She put her knees up to steer the 5 ton Army truck and pumped her breasts under her filthy Army tee shirt and BDU's on top of that. Unable to do anything else, she flung the milk out the window, shoved the pump back under her clothes, pumped more, flung more, pumped and flung for more and more kilometers.
When they finally stopped, the driver of the truck behind angrily ran up screaming at her wanting to know what the hell she was doing throwing milk onto his windshield for! Sarah started to laugh, but he continued, screaming, "Here we are, eating nothing but shitty MRE's and you are getting fresh milk! And when you are done with it, you are throwing it out the fucking window! You aren't even sharing it with us?! Where the hell are you getting it?!"
Sarah just said, "It's mine and you can't have any." He was livid.
"What do you mean it's yours and I can't have any... why won't you share with the rest of us? Don't we deserve fresh food, too?" He was screaming so loudly a huge crowd had gathered and many of them Sarah's own company.
Sarah repeated that it was HERS and touched her boobs this time indicating that it was from her breasts.
He still didn't catch it, of course.
"I want some of that milk!!! Where did you get it!?!"
Sarah put the pump under her shirt, pumped a few times and then dumped the milk at his feet, spilling it all over his boots. Shocked, he finally got it.
The crowd roared with laughter. The guy walked back to his breastmilk-stained truck.