Lactating can be rough. Never is this more true, in my experience, than when you're presented with the dilemma of where to pump. Is there a private space? A clean space? A comfortable space? A space with an electrical outlet? Much to the chagrin of many of my fellow sisters of the traveling pump, you can choose one, maybe two of those parameters. Finding someplace that covers all four? Impossible. So I wanted to ask those other moms to share the worst place they've ever pumped. You guys, there some doozies.
Even under good circumstances (working someplace with a positive attitude toward breastfeeding and pumping and a designated, comfortable space in which to pump) I despised pumping. When I was taken out of my usual routine? Yeah, pumping became downright awful. Off-site work conferences (do you even have a lactation room, bro?) and child-free weddings were never pleasant.
But the worst place I ever pumped is somewhere I never expected to: the waiting area of the V.C. Bird International Airport of Antigua, in full view of the couple hundred people whose flights had also been delayed. It never should have happened, you guys. I had timed pumping sessions perfectly before I left the beach house, so that I would be able to get through the five-hour door-to-door trip. My completely unexpected three hour delay, however, meant searching the airport for an electrical outlet, draping myself in a large pashmina in a tropical climate, and hoping no one took my shifty body language and the small, buzzing package beside me the wrong way.
But this story is a vacation (literally and figuratively) compared to some of my fellow moms' war stories. Don't believe me? Well, see for yourself: