Don't get excited. It's not THAT mile high club. I wish I could say I was a member of that club but my life just isn't that adventurous (and plane bathrooms disgust me). For the first time I took my breast pump on the plane and pumped. I packed the pump and small bottle cooler as carry ons and then on the way home I emptied the ice just before security and replenished right after I went through. It was actually pretty easy. The best part was the reaction I got from the gentlemen I encountered along the way.
I am not really a shy person and will admit that I sometimes get pleasure out of making people uncomfortable. Not in a mean way- more of a teasing way. Like pretending I don't notice my son has a dirty diaper as I leave him with my husband. So yes, it was fun to watch the TSA official at the security gate take a second look at the milk and even more fun to watch the reaction of the 20 something guy behind me when I proudly, and a little loudly, announce that the liquid in the plastic bags was breast milk. I only wish I could have seen the face of the person banging on the plane bathroom door when I yelled, "it's going to be a minute, I am pumping my breasts."
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