Dec 20, 2005

Medela Never Wrote Back

The LEAST those bastards could have done was sent me some free boob-cones or something.


Dear Good People of Medela,

I have been a proud user of your Pump in Style Original breast pump since my son’s birth earlier this year. For the past five months, “Pumpy” has been my constant companion, my buddy in black leatherette. It is truly the Rolls Royce of breast pumps – or perhaps, more aptly, the Honda Civic: a simple, well-designed, supremely reliable machine. Unfortunately, a dreadful event has recently befallen my pump. I need you to help rectify this situation, as it is more upsetting, disturbing, and flat-out yucky than I am able to bear.

At some unknown point, one of the containers of milk contained within my pump bag sprung a catastrophic, last-half-hour-of-“Titanic”-type leak. As I am both working and caring for a boisterous little boy, my mental state can best be described as “a few Twinkies short of a picnic”. Thusly, it was quite some time before I discovered the leak. By then, the damage had been done. And, oh, what damage it was.

My pump bag is saturated with breast milk. More specifically, sticky, smelly, rotting breast milk.

It oozes from every crevice of the bag. Prior to my discovery of the dairy disaster, several utility bills placed in the back pocket were saturated. A pair of 100% wool dress slacks was cruelly stained. A beloved Mission-style dining chair now has a Pump In Style-shaped rectangle branded on its top-grain leather seat.

Before this milky mayhem began, my pump was able to masquerade as a “laptop case”. Alas, as laptop cases don’t generally leak, stink or attract swarms of eager fruit flies, I fear its cover has been blown.

I hesitate to criticize the Pump in Style. As previously stated, it has been a true-blue breast pump. It has allowed me to both work full-time and provide my son with plenty of mom-juice, for which I’m extremely grateful. However, its inability to be cleaned following a serious milk leak is a horrendous design flaw. And, contrary to popular belief, it CANNOT be cleaned.

Immediately after discovering the leak, I whipped out a bottle of antibacterial cleaner and a roll of paper towels and got down to business. Over an hour later, I collapsed in a chair, dejected. My hands, shirt, face, kitchen counter and stovetop were all covered in goopy fermented breast milk. However, Pumpy was still as sticky, stinky and grimy as ever. In a glaring design defect, the Pump in Style’s case contains numerous nooks and crannies which simply cannot be accessed, let alone cleaned. This astounds me. I mean, it’s just common sense: things which contain milk will, from time to time, get milk on them, and therefore must be cleanable. Observe:



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ENOUGH CLEANSERS, SCOURING POWDERS, DEGREASERS, IONIZING AGENTS AND SUFACTANTS TO DEFOLIATE A SMALL SOUTH AMERICAN NATION.

EQUALS STILL FREAKING...




Get the picture? Things that hold milk should be cleanable.

I called your customer service line and was assisted by a young woman who, while friendly and sympathetic to my plight, was unable to offer any real solution. When I voiced the opinion that I couldn’t possibly be the first woman whose pump had taken an inadvertent milk bath, she concurred, and was as perplexed as me as to why Medela didn’t manufacture replacement pump bags. It seemed that, among the numerous replacement parts offered by Medela, a replacement bag would be a given. Because (lest we forget)… THINGS THAT HOLD MILK SHOULD BE CLEANABLE.

Please excuse my outburst. I’m a bit irritable lately, perhaps because I’ve spent the past few weeks lugging around the dripping, stinky albatross which is my ruined Pump in Style. I now ask – nay, beg – you to help me. Medela has helped millions of nursing mothers throughout the world, and I’m humbly requesting that you help one more. I’d like a response to the following questions:

Why can’t the Pump in Style be cleaned? After all, IT HOLDS MILK (perhaps I grow repetitive).
Given that the Pump in Style cannot be cleaned, why are no replacement bags available?
Given that the previous two items are true, and given that my Pump in Style’s bag is pretty much destroyed, what do you suggest I do? Spend $300 on an entirely new pump? Cry?

Thank you kindly for your time,
Jul
Working & Nursing Mom and Still-Proud Medela Pump User

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10 Comments:

Blogger panamenya said...

Hi. I discovered your blog because you commented on DoctorMama's blog regarding vaccines. I thought your comment was funny, since I'm (hopefully) going to be a mother in about eight months, and I already feel the white-knuckled terror which you so aptly described. It comforts me greatly to know I'm not the only one.

12/20/2005 10:28 PM  
Blogger thumbscre.ws said...

Hola, panamenya! Congrats on your impending mom-itude. I was lucky in that I was relatively worry-free while pregnant with J.Q. (apart from the usual "my-diet-Coke-habit-is-going-to-turn-him-into-the-Swamp-Thing" stuff). Once he made his arrival, however, it was like being gut-shot: I cared more about him than everything else in the world put together. If anything happened to him, I would be wholly devastated. And yet bad stuff DOES happen to kids, all the time. It only takes a second to choke on a toy or fall down stairs. The terror isn't constantly overwhelming, but it's always at least a drone in the background. It says something about motherhood that it's STILL so, so worth it.

12/20/2005 10:44 PM  
Anonymous Meredith said...

The practical side of me wants to suggest you look on ebay or find some vinyl or microfiber bag to put the pump parts in.

I never got to the medela. Oh I bought one but returned it months later when it was apparent that my milk supply and breast feeding issues could only be resolved by coninuing to use the hospital grade breast pump that I had to rent from the hospital before we were released after LM was born.

That suckah weighed like 30 lbs and could suck a golf ball through a straw. It made a whirring sound as gentle as a jet engine. Oh it used to lull me to sleep when after 30 minutes I only had maybe 2 ounces.

Needless to say, I could not keep up my every 2 hours pumping schedule when I went back to work so alas LM became a formula baby. I was upset and felt like a failure for a while but am over that now.

By the way, you may need something more powerful than a hose to clean that cow!

12/20/2005 11:40 PM  
Blogger thumbscre.ws said...

I actually rammed everything into a lil' soft-sided lunch cooler, and it worked out splendidly. Bless you, Igloo corporation! Of course, now everyone who sees me heading off to the milking barn says, "Oh, going to lunch AGAIN?"

See, this is why I have BIG problems with the "breast-is-best-OR-ELSE" contingent. J.Q. and I had nursing problems, too, and I realize that we're only nursing today because we got lucky. It's not because I was better or tried harder than any other moms. No mom should have to feel like a failure if nursing doesn't work out (except, of course, for a cousin of mine who refused to nurse because, "Breasts are for your HUSBAND, not your BABY!"). La Leche can talk all they want about "not giving up", but I know all too well how grueling nursing problems can be, and that it's pretty much the luck of the draw whether they're surmountable or not.

12/21/2005 9:30 AM  
Anonymous Meredith said...

You sing the truth Sistah Thumbscrews! I can't tell you how awful it was - we had 3 private consultations with a lactation consultant at $150 a pop over the course of the first month. Much of the trouble was that my milk didn't come in until day 10 and LM was a barracuda causing lots of pain and huge hickeys on my nipples. He was losing too much weight in the hospital (funny now that since 6 months he has remained in the 95th % for weight and his pediatrician calls him "chubbs") and even the lactation nurses said to give him formula while I was to pump every hour. I look back on the hell of the first couple of months trying to breast feed and feeling like a huge failure as a person and a mom. Luckily, no one else put any crap on me or tried to make me feel bad about it.

Oh and your crack about "Going to lunch again?" totally reminded me of when I worked in Philly. The eagle eyes of everyone watching every move you make to ensure that you worked 40+ hours a week. Like the time, and this is true, my friend left at 3pm after being there until almost midnight the night before, and her boss said, "Half day today?"

12/21/2005 12:48 PM  
Blogger DoctorMama said...

I love the graphics.

All of the medela stuff is weirdly hard to clean, even the little trumpet things, but I know why. It's because it's a Swiss company, and in Switzerland:
1. Things do not leak, and
2. They have cleaning classes in school and all know from a young age how to clean the insides of absolutely anything. They could clean the stink out of a skunk.
I was an au pair in Switzerland one summer, and I did not measure up.

I cheaped out and got the Purely Yours for half the price because I knew I'd be tremendously pissed if something went wrong with the medela and I'd laid out all that cash.

12/22/2005 1:03 PM  
Blogger thumbscre.ws said...

"Clean the stink out of a skunk" - bwa ha!

Swiss! Of course! To quote "Almost Famous", that explains... SO much. On the other hand, if Pumpy is Swiss, why can't it cut and screw and file and orienteer and remove the scales from halibut, instead of just forcibly hoovering the milk outta my boobs? You're falling down on the job here, Swiss-ies! (That was the only derogatory term for the Swiss I could come up with. I have a feeling they're going to abandon centuries of neutrality just to kick my ass.)

12/22/2005 4:18 PM  
Blogger minnie said...

i cant wait to have a baby just so that i can put it in a red suit with eyeballs liek the one i your picture. it's really the only reason i can think of for having a kid.

12/22/2005 6:30 PM  
Blogger minnie said...

well that and that they are cute and all that.

12/22/2005 6:36 PM  
Blogger thumbscre.ws said...

Heh... the red eyeball suit was actually J.Q.'s Halloween costume (a lobster). His dad dressed up as a chef. I was gonna be a stockpot (and paint one of his bottles yellow and label it "CLARIFIED BUTTER"), but sadly did not have the time.

Good thing those claws are made of plush...

12/23/2005 8:01 AM  

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