We recently took a vacation down to Palm Springs. We travel there to attend the BNP Paribas professional tennis tournament, and historically we would sit and watch daily for up to 10 hours in the searing sun and love every minute of it! Not this year, though. From packing to pumping, every aspect of our annual trip changed to accommodate the littlest lady in our group. As I started vacation planning, I realized that we would need to take a babysitter (Grandma) with us this year to help with Ms.P. Also, our accommodations would need to change too! In the past it had not mattered where we stayed, as we barely spent time there, but this year we would need a place that was comfortable. I scored a great house to rent, which included a pack & play and highchair. Two items, to be honest, that I completely forgot that I would need to take. Two things off the list of many that we would need to take with us for Ms. P’s eating, sleeping, and travel comfort. And the packing began!
Two checked bags, a car seat, umbrella stroller, diaper bag, freezer storage bag (filled with enough frozen breastmilk for 2 days- just in case), and a tennis bag later….we boarded the plane! Ms. P flew fine, but I was a mess worrying about all our bags not making it. Once we arrived, I was happy to find all the bags accounted for and the diapers I had shipped ahead of us had arrived. So far, so good.
As I prepared to leave Ms P with Grandma, and head off to tennis with my breast pump in a bag … it occurred to me that I was going to have leave the tennis and sit in the HOT car (95 degrees outside) and pump. Ugh, what a hassle this was going to be! When I told my husband how I was feeling, he gave me the craziest look ever, and said- “Why would you do that? They have to have somewhere in the gardens for you to pump. I will just ask them.” And, thankfully, he did!
Although the person he asked had no idea, she was adamant that she would find out. Smiling at me, she told me that her daughter had recently gone through this stage with her little one. Off she went, and in less than 10 minutes she returned with a solution! One that did not involve me trekking out to the car every 2 ½ hours to use the car adapter or sitting in a bathroom. She gave me a pass to the player’s first aid room. An air-conditioned room, complete with live streaming matches to view and ice cold Gatorade to drink. It was heaven!
This situation made me realize that, like most nursing moms, I have been conditioned to assume that I will not be accommodated and this “burden” is mine to bear. As I venture out into the world more and more without Ms. P and need to pump, I have gained confidence to ask for some support! So ladies… pump on and prosper☺