It’s been a few months since I journaled, I started back at work and it’s hard. It’s hard emotionally to leave his sleepy, or smiley, or even crying face in the morning. It’s hard mentally to coordinate all the milk production stuff and go back to juggling the demands of work. And it’s hard physically dealing with the discomfort of lactation, new aches and pains, and lack of sleep. It’s like 2 full time jobs. And with the pandemic, it’s extra hard figuring out doctor’s appointments, and childcare, and who gets to be in who’s pod. I feel lucky to have gotten to spend even as much time as I did with Calvin as I have. It’s also nice to be back with the kids in class, and to get to know them in person, even from a distance. Today I was driving to school and I was feeling guilty that I drove to work since I live so close. It would take me about 30 minutes to walk. But I started thinking about what 30 minutes could mean for me. 30 minutes is a pump session, it’s getting to eat breakfast, ...