This book may not be 100% in my style (a little saccharine), fit to my situation (on my second, not first, go round as a pumping mom), or year (the back holding an adorable paper log for expressed milk counts, as no one had at that point imagined smartphones with apps for that purpose, far less bluetooth handsfree pumps coming on the market now.)
And at the same time none of that matters, because they identified a critical feeling— the isolation of being the working new mom in the office— slipping off quietly to a mother’s room, juggling equipment and sanitizing and sitting alone watching the clock roll over fretting about why you don’t have enough, or whether the baby is even going to take this bottle, or the meeting you’re about to be late to.
I may never have had the experience that the authors assert is universal, of crying in the car at work for how much I miss my baby during the day, and I’m not exactly in the ya-ya sisterhood, but when I finished this book, which was laying around the mothers room, during my last session on my last day pumping at that particular office, yeah, I did cry. It felt really good to be seen.
I was very very lucky to have a very close friend when I was pumping with my first who I could ask every single super detailed question. I think the fact that this book predates the age where you can Google every single one of these questions is actually a really good thing. Fractured competing answers from Internet boards just are not as helpful to an overwhelmed first time mom as a single knowing friend.