Today I traveled for the first time and left the baby with grandma. It was a simple day trip. I did them all the time before she was born for work.
I got up almost 3 hours before I needed to get her ready and then myself. She was fine by my biggest task was where was I going to pump. I was only taking a 2 hour 20 min train.
Well I made it thru the ride down and my client visit and back to the train station and thought I was going to explode if I touched my chest! Where were the outlets… Where was a bathroom that had a place for private?? Didn’t this exist? I got desperate and went to the ticket line and begged the clerk for a private place. A private place didn’t exist…
The story ended with me buying batteries… Putting them in the pump and then crouching down in a stall to pump. Annoying but the job was done.
I got back on the train and then went to pick up my daughter. I thought to myself… Gosh life changes so fast!!
She barely ate… Which was awesome because I didn’t have to pump again ad just fed her.
Breastfeeding by its nature attaches you and requires you to get relief from one another. I got the rocky feeling relieved and she got her nourishment.
Sheesh… Long day!