My first long trip away as a mother. I wonder how I'll cope. Already this morning, I was hugging and kissing Jarrett like a mad mama and I have not even started towards Changi airport yet. Duh...
Motherhood really changes one's perspective. Pre/post marriage, I wouldn't have hesitated to go on a trip, long or short. The moment my boss says "Wanna go.." I was already lugging my luggage out of the storeroom. It's not that son is more important than bf/hubby, but you know hubby's a grown man and he can take care of himself. The most is I'll wonder what he's up to and of cos miss him like hell. But a baby...that's different. A baby's so dependent, so helpless!
Another worry...the boobs! Sorry if I sound cruel, but travelling as a nursing mummy can really be a pain! Did a short trip last month and boy was it stressful. Looking for nursing rooms, failing which, washrooms which is not a really nice place, seriously... especially when you have people banging on the door. Having your travelling companion/business aq waiting for you, lugging the pump everywhere you go, engorgement...argh...
This time round, I'm bringing both my electrical and manual. KS? YES! But vs painful boobs and the fear that I'll come back a dry cow, I'll willingly lug them around. Got my shawl ready and this time I'll have to express in public. Nursing rooms are almost unheard of in Italy (based on my research/travel forums) and public toilets are not easily available..maybe I need to bring a potty too! hahaha....anyway, breastfeeding for half a year, one will get used to the idea that the boobs are no longer personal assets.
2 weeks later. ciao!
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