"After my first child was born, I flew to NYC for a day trip to interview for another job. I was a little nervous cause I was nursing but figured I will be in and out quick and really didn’t need to drag my breast pump to an interview.
Well, needless to say, it was February and my flight to LGA was diverted to land at Newark. I took a taxi to Midtown, had my interview for a few hours, realized it was still snowing and [my breasts] were getting full.
After several minutes of waiting, I jumped into a cab and said LaGuardia. The taxi driver said - I am not going out there - get out.
So I got out, hailed another taxi and finally got to the airport. Flights were being cancelled left and right but mine was delayed but still going. We boarded and pulled back from the gate and sat on the runway for an hour. I thought my breasts were going to explode!
I called the flight attendant and told her that I really needed to go to the lavatory because I am a nursing mother who has been away from her baby for 12 hours. She let me get up and called me into the back of the plane where she handed me a cup of wine and told me to drink it while I am trying to relieve the pressure in the sink. I was able to expel enough milk to be more comfortable before the pilot made the announcement that we will [be] taking off, so I went back to my seat.By the time I got home, I was away from my daughter for 15 hours and my milk production was never the same."