6 Months Forever

My baby is six months old now, and a part of me is so anxious that this stage is passing by so quickly, I want to hold on to every minute and savour it. She'll only be 6 months once!
and every day, I see something new she learns. It's amazing.
one day she's getting her first teeth.
the next she's learnt to turn over both sides
the next she knows how to keep rolling in one direction!
the next she's turned 360 degrees in her cot
the next she's moving backwards using her legs to propel her
the next she's learnt to wave bye bye
the next she's trying to feed herself
the next she's crying to be picked up
it's unstoppable! not that I want to of course, but I want to capture every single minute of this miracle unfolding before my eyes.

Where is the Milk?

This is mildly depressing. I'm getting less and less milk as each day goes by, while pumping for longer and longer.
Why am I doing this anyway? This feeling is compounded by guilt at whiling away 1 hour of office time on pumping, while also using my lunch time to do this. that's 2 hrs of good time being used to get much too little milk!
and I can't and don't want to leave work late because I have a baby I want to get back to to feed.
so
life is reduced to a cycle of feeding, desire to feed, longing to feed, necessity to feed and pumping to feed later
and the pumping ain't going too well
not in a good mood here, as one can tell