April 26, 2010

Bringing My Breast Pump to India..A Poem

I’m bringing my breast pump to India
Indeed it is true.
You may think I’m an idiot,
Well, I think I’m one too.

Pumping on and Indian train and at the Taj Mahal,
It seems no matter where I pump, I’ll be hot as balls.

And when my milk is all dried up
despite my best attempt,
My pump will look me in the eyes and say:
“I’m just so glad we went.”


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  • http://loveleaquilts.wordpress.com loveleaquilts

    Last week I flew back from Denver and my suitcase was only half full of clothes, so I filled it with empty Grolsch beer bottles–you know, the ones with the glass stoppers. Let’s just says, “I had my reasons” and leave it at that. I wonder what the TSA agents thought when they went through the bag. You’ll have to tell us how others respond to your travel gear. Maybe your breast pump can have its own travel blog including pictures on the plane, visiting the market, sightseeing at the Taj Mahal.

    It was great to talk with you this morning! Check my new blog at loveleaquilts.wordpress.com
    See you in June

  • Tasha

    I have one question… and maybe this is dumb!?!?!? What are you doing with the milk? Carrying it around and bringing it home?

    • http://www.briedoyle.com Brie

      Sadly, dumping it..unless I find a place to donate..