I decided that anything sharing this intimate a relationship with my nipples should have a name. So, meet Sophie B.
She is my breast pump. She’s a Medela Pump-in-Style double electric. She was handed down, with freshly boiled tubing, from Bu’s cousin. She comes to work with me, usually. She also was my constant companion after the Great Anemia Debacle of post-partum milklessness. She did her thang, and Molly took over until I came back to work at the clinic. You go, Sophie. You brought it, girl. (The milk.)
Sophie B(reast pump) is named, bein sur, for Sophie B. Hawkins, who is killer sexy, and posed for this incredible David LaChappelle photo. I saw this years ago, when the Souster
was my mental health nurse & I were roommates. Souster had this book, and I drooled on it a lot. In the book, you can see the texture of her very soft, fine leg hair under the poured milk, and it’s so beautiful. Very mammal photo:) Very pretty.
I can’t wait to bid my Sophie B farewell. I was counting the days until the Mollybird can drink cow or soy milk and I could stop pumping, and just nurse when I’m home. Now that I know she’s gaining weight so slowly I don’t have the heart to risk a supply drop. We’ll add in (organic if we can afford it) whole milk in a couple months, but I definitely want to keep her full of real milk as much as possible. So, Sophie B and I have two standing dates per work day for the foreseeable future.