The mind-body connection is for real, and it doesn’t play around.
Since I work outside of the home, I have to pump while I’m away from Little Man during the day. Thankfully, I am able to go home at lunch to nurse him, but that leaves me with 2 pumping sessions while I’m at work.
On days when things are going well and everything seems right in the world, my pumping sessions are a breeze.
On the craptastic flip side of that, when my day is crawling at a painful snail’s pace and everything. is. spiraling. downward. (or when everyone around me is in an all around shitty mood), my pumping sessions — while a lovely break amid the drama — are not so great. By not so great, I mean my output (the milk I’m able to pump) is drastically lower than a normal day.
This is not good for a pumping mama’s morale.
On days like that, I have to remember we are in this for the long haul. Some days will be good, some days won’t. The most important thing is that I doing the best I can for Little Man, and every drop of liquid gold I can pump for him is nothing short of spectacular.
P.S. Can you tell today was a special brand of sucky? Here’s hoping tomorrow brings SUNSHINE!