Just days after welcoming my daughter, Clara, into our home, I found myself huddled in the bathroom at 1:30 AM, desperately trying to avoid waking my partner, Tom. Pain coursed through me as I clutched a crumpled paper, dialing the lactation hotline number scribbled on it. I was aware that breastfeeding could be challenging, but the nurse at the hospital assured me that the 24-hour hotline would be there for support. My tolerance for pain was running thin.
Earlier that evening, I had cried out in agony while feeding Clara, prompting Tom to express his concern. I contemplated asking him to run out for formula, but I decided to endure the discomfort and tackle the next feeding later. This choice led me to my frantic call at 1:30 AM.
When someone finally answered, I was met with an unexpected surprise: a man’s voice. I hesitated, contemplating whether to hang up, but the reality of my bleeding and sore nipples pushed me to press on. I took a breath, cleared my throat, and requested to speak with a lactation consultant.
To my dismay, he informed me that the hotline was “backed up” and I could expect a callback in about four hours. Four hours? I explained that I needed immediate help, but he reassured me he understood my plight and would have someone reach out as soon as possible. I would have to manage another feeding session with Clara long before that callback would come.
For those who may not relate, allow me to illustrate my situation in a more relatable manner: Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to discover your personal area is on fire. Before you can even react, you hear an alarming noise akin to a distressed creature. Realizing you must appease this creature by latching it onto your painful area, you are in quite a dilemma.
You remember there’s a hotline available for assistance, so trembling in agony, you dial it. A woman answers:
“Hello, Fire Zone Hotline! How can I assist you?”
“My area is aflame!”
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir, but our call volume is currently high. I do understand your frustration.”
“Seriously? You don’t even know what I’m going through!”
“That’s correct, I don’t. But rest assured, someone with experience will contact you within four hours.”
“What do I do until then?!”
“Well, the creature needs to be fed. You might want to consider latching it on while you wait. Your call is important to us and will be addressed in the order it was received.”
Does that analogy resonate? It’s quite the predicament, right? After hanging up, I felt an overwhelming urge to incinerate the paper I had been clutching. I longed for a group of fellow mothers, equally exhausted and frustrated at that ungodly hour, who could join me in expressing our collective outrage at the wait time. Together, we would storm the lactation hotline office, demanding immediate assistance.
Yet, amidst the frustration, I realized that perhaps the hotline truly was overwhelmed, doing its best to assist other women like me who were awake, feeling isolated and upset while navigating their own midnight feedings. We couldn’t band together like warriors, but knowing that others were also awake and experiencing similar struggles made me feel less alone.
It wasn’t the man’s fault for being the one to answer the call. However, I do have a suggestion for the managers of lactation hotlines: while I support workplace equality, perhaps it would be beneficial to have a woman screening calls and communicating wait times. There are certain situations that only a woman can truly understand how to convey.
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Summary:
This humorous and relatable account delves into the challenges of breastfeeding and the frustrations of navigating the lactation hotline during a late-night crisis. The author highlights the need for empathy and understanding from support services while emphasizing the shared experiences of mothers during difficult moments.