Harder than breastfeeding, traveling while pregnant, morning sickness, the last few weeks of pregnancy and childbirth, was leaving Delaney for the first time. I have been getting back to work more and more in the last few weeks and the time had come for me to get back on the road to see my most important client, Safeway Canada in Calgary. It had been 4 glorious months since my last trip and I admit I was a bit rusty on packing. Mostly because I had to pack a ridiculous amount of equipment in order for me to pump, store and bring back breastmilk. Despite a healthy freezer stash, I was not prepared to just throw away this "liquid gold." In preparation I bought a polar cooler which keeps ice for 26 hours. I had to pack the breast pump including a cigarette lighter adaptor in case I have to pump on the plane or car, cleaning wipes, bottles, storage bags, ziploc bags for ice, hands free pumping bra , nursing cover and a print out of the TSA rule stating I can carry on breastmilk. I pumped for the first time standing up in the terminal 2 airport. A few moms smiled at me sympathetically. American Express saved the day on the way home and got me into a lounge where I could pump in the private handicapped bathroom. I only missed 1 pumping session in the 2 day trip which won't effect my supply.
I dreaded the trip since the day I booked it and got increasingly upset as the day drew nearer. I knew that Delaney would be fine. She is happy, has settled into a routine and gives cues of which both my mom and Brice are absolutely capable of responding to and enjoy handling. I knew that Brice and my mom would be fine. In fact Brice was excited to have a night alone with Delaney. And I knew that I could handle the annoyance and inconvenience of pumping on the road. But the bond between mother and child is so emotional and physical, so intense, that I was in physical pain from missing her so much. I cried for the 2 hours before I had to leave, the whole way to the airport and in bursts throughout the trip. I looked at her pictures over and over again. I made Brice send me frequent pictures and updates on every detail. I imagined what she might be doing at any given second.
Guess what? We all did just fine. Despite a major spit up right before bedtime, some fussiness and an unusually early wake up, Delaney and Brice had a great night. She finished every bottle from my mom, had great burps, naps and tummy time. I had a very successful trip that made me feel less terrible about having to go. In fact telling the buyer that this was my first time away from my 11 week old was good for at least one sympathy order. I brought back over 20 oz of breastmilk with no issues in security. And when I got home I got a huge smile from Delaney as if to say, Its ok that you had to go but I'm so happy you are home. I even made it home to do the whole bedtime routine. And she slept through the night!
Like many things we have learned in the last few months, we sometimes just need to rip off the bandaid and push our comfort zone. That isn't to say I won't miss her terribly any time I have to leave her, but next time I might only cry for 1.5 hours instead of 2.



