I’m already struggling to maintain the supply needed to continue my breastfeeding journey and I forgot the plug for my pump when I left for work today. Annoyed and disappointed doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling.

Anyway, I’m currently having a breakdown in my office’s pumping room. 

As moms, we have so much pressure about the choices we make and, unfairly, put even more pressure on ourselves. 

Someone asked me yesterday how long it took to walk up the stairs comfortably after my c-section. The truth is that I don’t know. I hate asking for help and I remember trying to race up those stairs when we got home from the hospital to prove something. To prove what? I’m not sure if it was that I was OK, that I didn’t need help, or what. 

The past few months have been me trying to do as much as possible while going to work and being a breadwinner. Being able to nurse my son is one thing I really look forward to after 10+ hours of being away from him every day. 

Sometimes, this feels impossible. How do you stay positive when things get tough?