I am laughing so hard that I am crying. And I'm at work
: - good thing I have my door closed.
Here are a few I'd like to claim:
The "You get to eat, but I don't" award. Continuing to nurse through major food intolerances, even though every single person I know in real life thought I was crazy. At one point I couldn't eat dairy, egg, soy, gluten, honey, coconut, nuts, or anything raw, among other things. Chicken and squash, anyone?
The "Can we please land this plane" award. I was on a day trip for work and hadn't taken my pump since my DD was older and I wasn't pumping during the day anymore. Well, that thinking didn't take into account several flight delays or the holding pattern (for which I couldn't even get up and go to the bathroom to hand express) we were in for hours. If there had been a kid on the flight, I'd have begged the mom to let me nurse it. I was contemplating asking the man next to me for a favor. . .
"Nursing while wiping a toddler's bottom." Included in this is the "washing your hands while nursing award", which is quite a skill, I might say.
And I don't have a snazzy title for this one, but last night I found myself nursing (without a shirt on) a gymnastic 14 month old while feeding my cranky/screaming/kicking low-blood-sugar 4 yr old some carrot-raisin salad with my non-dominant hand (because I needed its strength for the 14 mo old). My husband walked in the room, looked around, shook his head, and walked out without saying a word. Welcome to our life, love.