It's 5 in the morning and I just got done feeding and dealing with Leah. All I can do is sit her and think about how my Dr. Keeps screwing me around about this breast pump through my insurance. Yesterday was my third time asking for a prescription for one. This is effing ridiculous, I've been more then patient, it's been six weeks already. They knew I needed it before I left the hospital. Why not write me the prescription then!?!. So instead of bothering them at first I just stuck it out with my Lil hand held one. But then I called and spoke to the med aide and she's not in the office she'll have her write me one up on monday. Never received a call or anything in the mail. Call them back to see what's going on a week later. I couldn't talk to any one so I left a voicemail. No one ever calls me back. At that point I'm like eff it. Went to my six week check up yesterday, ask about it again. Oh Yea I can write you a prescription. Get ready to leave and the med aide tells me the printer is down and she will mail it to me. Now I just want to cuss someone the fuck out. They at least have four different printers in this office you can send it to another printer and give me my prescription. I hate feeling like this, but I feel like since I'M BLACK. She doesn't want to give me a prescription for this free expensive breast pump through my insurance, because I'll just sell it or some bs like that. They have no other excuse you can't forget that many times and your making up lies to why you can't give it to me while I'm standing right there in your face.