When I was pregnant with my first child, I had an idyllic image of breastfeeding. I pictured it being beautiful, natural, and (dare I say) easy. Um … not quite. Latching difficulties, sore nipples, painful engorgement, and mastitis were quick to teach me the error of my thinking — but none were as much of a wakeup call as the horrific contraption known as The Breast Pump.
It turns out, I’m not the only one who hates them. When mom and photographer Mia Gorrell got ready to dispose of her breast pump, she decided to show just how much moms despise the machine with an Office Space-themed photo shoot. And it’s hilarious!
For me, the breast pump was a nightmare. I produced so much milk when nursing, that sometimes my poor babies would choke from the abundance. But when it came time to pump, I was drier than the Sahara Desert. I just couldn’t get the “let down,” and then I would get anxious and it would make things even worse.
It also felt physically uncomfortable for me, whereas nursing a baby was not that way at all. It pretty much led to me giving up on pumping all together, and never being away from my baby for more than two hours. When I would get that small break, I could feel the clock ticking down and imagine my baby thinking, “Um … I’m going to need you to go ahead and get back to feed me. If you could do that now, that would be great. Mmm … K?”
So, when I saw Gorrell’s brilliant photo shoot and heartfelt blog post, I cheered. It was just so perfect!
If you need a refresher, here’s a clip of the famous printer scene that they recreated.
In her blog post, Gorrell describes her pumping sessions as “Some of the worst parts of breastfeeding.” Adding, “To say you feel like a cow being milked is probably the most accurate description. Pumping means you are stuck to your chair, prisoner to your car, or even confined to a bathroom stall for anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour.” Preach! For me, it would sometimes take an hour just for a few ounces of the “liquid gold.” Oh, and then my baby would reject the bottle anyway.
She also states in her post that “It wasn’t hard to find more than willing women in my twin[‘s] mom’s club who wanted to take part in this photo project.” The pictures feature five moms with various “weapons of destruction” first circling the pump, and then taking turns releasing what I imagine is months of bottled up aggression on the breast pump.
The last photos include what Gorrell describes as the “Kumbayah” moment, where they’re at peace.
Great job, ladies. If I could, I would award you “37 pieces of flair.”
When it came time to part with all of my baby items, I cried over most. But the breast pump was definitely not one of them. I only wish I could have been as creative at disposing of mine as these mothers were. They are all “gangstas” in my book.