How to Pump Breast Milk While Driving

There I was, hurtling down the highway at 60 mph in my Honda CRV, topless save for a purple paisley Hooter Hider. I was six months postpartum and late for a friend’s bridal shower. My husband was staying home with our baby, but I had two C-cup bambinos of my own, and with hours until I’d next be able to nurse, I needed to take matters into my own hands. Or, shall I say, my own flanges.