I went on my first business trip since Milo was born and I survived. I pumped breast milk in an airplane bathroom, but I survived. We all did. Jason was Super Dad (with some help from Super Granny). Lucy was amazingly helpful and cooperative, and Milo was a peach, I am told.
While everything went very smoothly without me, I think they missed me. When I went into Milo’s room to feed him at 2 a.m. he gave me the biggest grinningest “GUH” ever. Lucy kept wanting to sit or lie down next to me all tonight, stroking my arm. She even told me I was beautiful, which kind of made me want to cry. And Jason’s been shmoopy too. I should leave more often if I’m going to get this kind of welcome home.
The real Superhero is YOU. You are a brave, Renaissance woman who has proven that you really can have it all. Your family simply recognizes how lucky they are to have you–as they should.
What she said
It was fun! Glad you got home safely.
x0×0x,
Mom
And honestly, why shouldn't you have it all? A nice career. A good husband. Two beautiful children. Go you!
Now- something tells me there might be some situational comedy arising in using the breast pump on a high flying 747 while on a business trip? Next time can you capture the moment on your iPhone?