This is semi-related, a sorta-funny story about breastfeeding my first son...
I was active duty military, stationed overseas. I don't remember how old he was, under a year for sure. We had a chemical warfare exercise at our base which required me to work minimum 12 hour shifts for 7 days straight, wearing my full chemical warfare gear a majority of the time. What fun
I usually went home to feed him at lunch so I could avoid pumping at work, but during this exercise we weren't allowed to leave even for lunch, so I had been ducking into any unused conference room or office with a lock on the door so I could pump every few hours. Part of this exercises were attack scenarios where we would all have to immediate take cover, put on our gear, etc, then one person had to go around and get accountability for everybody.
I talked to the accountability person at the beginning of the exercise, luckily she was a mom herself, I asked if it was okay if I put most of my gear on, but continued to pump, because starting and stopping pumping can be difficult. She said she had no problem, as long as we didn't have to evacuate the bldg, and she would just come check the offices and conf rooms for me after an attack. Great plan, right??
Well, another part of these scenarios is exercise inspectors would go around with "scenario cards" and would make people victims of some illness or injury, and if you find someone with a scenario card, you have to provide medical treatment for them, and you're "graded" on how well you do. The inspectors figured out that I was in the conf rooms frequently, and they came in during one "attack" and gave me a scenario card that said I was unconscious! So there I am, in this office, hooked up to my pump, with a scenario card! The inspector at least let me put the pump (and my boobs!) away, but told me to get under the table as if I had taken cover before falling unconscious.
So my coworker walks around poking her head in all the offices, doesn't see me, I don't respond to her calling my name (remember I'm unconscious!) so she gets on the public address system and says "Lt Block, please make your location known"...minutes go by..."Lt Block, please report to your unit command center for accountability"...nothing...I hear people walking in the hallways, talking under their gas masks, I hear some of the other females asking each other if they know where I go when I pump, etc.
Finally someone finds me, and responds appropriately to my scenario card, but we failed the scenario because too much time had passed!!!!
So, it's not just during pregnancy that you'll be spending all your time in the bathroom! My coworkers knew during "regular" work that if I wasn't at my desk, I was probably in the bathroom pumping
and had to go potty 3 times while at the vet for only 65 minutes.
