i wonder where i’ll pump on monday?
Oh god. I’m giving a talk in Oslo on Monday at Kari Skj¯nsberg-dagene, which I’m looking forward to – and I’ve got flights taking me straight there and back so I’ll not even be away from nine-month-old Jessica for much longer than on a normal workday. But I just realised that pumping at a conference might not be easy.
I realised a while ago that I’d have to drag the breastpump along on the plane. But it only just occurred to me that I’ll also need a PLACE to pump. I won’t have my office with its nice lockable door. I do have a battery pack for the breastpump. But I hate the idea of sitting on the seat of a toilet in a cramped cubicle and pumping for ten minutes. Ugh. Skipping pumping won’t work – I’d be in agony, there’s no way I can go from 5 am till 4 pm with full breasts. This side of motherhood is (like many others) extremely bodily. Hopefully I can get hold of the organisers – maybe they’ll have a room I can use.
And then I’m assuming they’ll let me bring the breastmilk home on the plane.