May I re-emphasize to you just how difficult it is to be a resident and lactating mother?
I have explained how as a resident, I'm constantly going from place to place and don't have a steady location for pumping. Last week we had seminars in a new part of the hospital. We were given a tour and this allowed me to check out my prospects. In between lectures I returned to the one room with a manual lock. As I looked around to make sure I wouldn't be intruding, a man startled me from behind and angrily asked "can I HELP YOU?" The look in his eye was so vicious that I stood there almost unable to reply. I finally mumbled something like "sorry, was wondering if anyone needed this room. . ." His response was a condescending "YEAH" as he glanced at his beloved coffee machine.
At this point I was able to turn and face him, he then realized I was a doctor from my white coat and not some rapscallion out to take his treats. That's when I said firmly "I need to be alone for 15 minutes." The man's eyebrows raised when he heard that, and his cheeks pinked up as he looked upon my mysterious leather bag. Quickly he pulled out his keys to usher me into another room, no longer making eye contact with me. Now he was the one mumbling, "I'd put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign if I were you."
The man's reaction left me wondering, what the heck does he think I'm doing for fifteen minutes in a private room? Clearly he didn't want to know.
There were no materials to make a sign, so I found a place in the back of the room and barricaded the door with a chair and a foot stool. About five minutes into pumping I heard keys turning. . . "I'm in here!" I yelled out. No use, my words could not be heard over the banging of the door against my makeshift barricade. -Wouldn't that be a hint to most people not to come in?!
Finally a man pokes his head through and sees me sitting there with my back towards him and two tubes coming out of my torso that meet a strange machine, which happens to make a sucking sound. He might as well have seen a ghost, he was that mortified.
I can just imagine the conversation in the break room that day, the one about that pervert resident and her 15 minutes of shame.