Recently, I had to attend a seminar for work. I live in
Let’s complicate this further. I’m a nursing mother traveling without her baby.
So every few hours, I had to find a place to pump. During the early morning hours I conducted two very tedious balancing acts on the stalls in public bathrooms. I tried not to touch anything. I tried not to fall over. I tried not to dump the contents of the bag I was holding.
But I will do what I have to do for my child.
Our conference was being at the Hotel Allegro. After I ate lunch, I went up to the front desk and asked if there was somewhere besides yet another bathroom where I could pump. The girl at the front desk said “yes, I can put you in a room.” I figured she meant a small office that wasn’t being used or something. Imagine my surprise when she said “that’s room 411” and handed me a key card.
Here I was just visiting the hotel for a conference. I wasn’t a guest. And she was letting me use a room. I took the elevator up and I was so relieved. I was able to sit in a chair and relax while pumping. No balancing act. No toilets to navigate. A clean and safe environment. It was the time that day I breathed a sigh of relief. And also considered taking a nap on the inviting bed, but of course I didn’t.
I can’t tell you how nice that was. For a traveling, nursing mother, you have no idea how nice it was of those working at the desk. Not only did they just out me in a room, they asked about my child and how old she was. It was very sweet. While I wasn’t even staying at the hotel, I felt welcome.
My return to Detroit later that night included two more public restroom visits to pump due to delayed flights, but I just kept thinking that there are good people out there who are around to help us tired, weary, nursing, traveling moms.
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