Sh*t!

OK, I owe this blog some attention. For starters, Jack turned 10 months on Wednesday (10 months!) and I still haven't found the time to write his 10-month-day post. Many things have happened in the last month, and I am eager to write about them all.

Why the hold up? Well, we've been traveling... traveling a LOT. First, Jack and I went to Phoenix for a week. Then Greg went to Oregon for a week, leaving the two of us + dog to fend for ourselves. And now all three humans are in Barcelona, Spain. I have a work conference later this week, so we figured we'd take a few extra days to enjoy the sites and sounds of Europe.

Here's the trouble. I have to pump during the conference hours. Jack is still nursing quite a bit, and I get uncomfortable after about 6 hours. I will be gone for 8-14 hours per day for 3-4 days and I *need* to pump during that time. I don't mind giving Jack formula. But if I don't pump for that long, I will be in pain, and I will run the risk of mastitis. So I made arrangements with the conference coordinator ahead of time. I packed my pump. I packed all of its various parts. I counted them over in my head a hundred times: pump, pump bra, 2 horns, 2 shields, 2 rubber fitting thingies, 2 back pieces, 2 adapters, 20 milk bags, 2 ice packs, 2 medela bottles with 2 nipples, 2 collars, 2 covers, and 2 stoppers. 44 pieces to count.

I counted all of those important things, and then I forgot to count the pump charger.

The pump turns on, but I have no idea whether the battery charge will last. I have no idea where to locate a charger in Barcelona (Google hasn't been much help). I've considered ordering one from Amazon, but it won't arrive in time.

Urrrrrrrgh.

I almost brought my handheld (manual pump) instead of the freestyle. Why, why, why did I have to forgot the charger?!

Will I have to have Greg bring Jack to meet me at the conference every day (perhaps even twice?)? That's such a huge pain.

Shit!!! SHIT! I don't know what I'm going to do...