Breast Pumping in Vegas

Raise your hand if you like breastmilk! 

Yeah. The process of procuring or distributing breastmilk takes up a good 15% of my day. 5 times a day, for 15 minutes. I did the math. #weinvestigate 

So last week when I went to Las Vegas for the Unity Journalists of Color convention for 4 days and 3 nights, I had to do a little strategery to keep production flowing whilst also networking, attending plenary sessions, and enjoying my stay in Vegas.

This is proof that what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. These bags of milky delightfulness came home safe and sound with only one mishap.

Dumb me decided to store my three huge purple fish oil prenatal vitamins (that I still take postnatal because I did that with Emmy and her head is full of brains) in one of my Lansinoh milk storage bags.

On day 2, I was looking for my vitamins so I could take my daily dose of Omega 3 fatty acids. Turned the room upside down. Looked in my suitcase 17 times, checked my makeup bag, glanced under the bed, searched all the pockets of my purse. I basically CSI'd the room minus a UV light to find these prenatals. (Note to self: NEVER UV light a hotel room in Vegas.) Finally gave up and mentally blamed my roommate for vitamin theft, even though she is super nice and would never steal another woman's horse pills.

Fast forward to the end of my trip. I unpack the milk bags and one bag is a disgusting magenta color. After I vomit a little in my mouth and freak out because I think I've created a mutant tainted bag of unnatural rotten milk, I look closer and locate the missing vitamins.

Moral of the story: never put your prenatal vitamins in your breastmilk bag. Let that be a warning to everyone who should follow in my footsteps.