Ugh. I can feel (and see) my milk dwindling. It has been 4 days away from ‘Umar. I’m just so miserable pumping away here. No matter how often I try to express (I even wake up in the middle of the night), its just not the same. ‘Umar’s not coping well today too; he’s having nappy rash for the first time, and just caught a cough 
I’m finally going home in the wee hours of tomm morning insha-Allah. Managed to get an earlier flight out. I just attempted to pack and I am at my wits end trying to make room for the milk in my check-in luggage. With all the meeting documents and nursing equipment, I barely have space for my clothes! I don’t know what I’ll do. I’d probably have to express at the airport and on the plane too.. ugh such a hassle. Not looking forward to that. I hate expressing at airports or on planes, and I hate carrying the heavy equipment on my carry-on luggage even more.
On the bright side, I met 3 other nursing-travelling-fasting moms during my meetings here. I’m at regional meetings, so these mommies were counterparts from Malaysia and Indonesia. Its funny that each of us thought we were alone in our “endeavour” until one of us (me) started talking about (my) baby in the lift and then we realised we all had kids under a year old and still nursing. So the conversation turned to expressing, storing, supply etc. I felt so relieved to have people to talk to abt all these, and knowing I’m not alone also motivated me somewhat.
Alhamdulillah, the end is near. To be honest, I’ve had a pretty good rest here, indulging in little things like reading, taking long showers, catching up on emails, spending quiet time with Him. But I really can’t wait to go home to my little nursling. Here’s a pic of our video call last night. The wonders of technology 
See you tomorrow sayang, insha-Allah!
