And so, it happened. It’s any breastfeeding or pumping mom’s worst nightmare. I spilled a good ounce of expressed breast milk all over my office desk. I clumsily tipped over the bottle of milk, and spilled all that liquid gold on my table. As any breastfeeding mom knows, this is sheer heartbreak. It takes a lot of effort to pump out all that milk and to see it all go to waste is simply soul-wrenching.
This provides the perfect backdrop to what I’m going through right now. Although breast milk has nothing to do with how I feel at work right now, the heartbreak is all but the same.
I feel slightly demoralized at work. No, my boss didn’t yell at me or anything like that. I just think that I’m in the wrong profession. Or I can probably still be a librarian- just at a different institution. But I have been working in this school for nine years now, so I doubt that’s the problem.
Thoughts are just swirling around my head like a pool of fatty breast milk. I guess what matters most now are that my job helps me provide for my children’s needs, and that my boobs are the wellspring of nourishment for my baby. As long as my milk ducts are all good, I’m a happy camper.
As for the spilt breast milk, there’s no use crying over that now. Besides, there’s more where that came from.
