When I was forced to give up breastfeeding for the health of my baby, I was heartbroken and plunged into an even deeper and darker postpartum depression. It seemed like a no-win situation: I was failing, and my baby was not getting "the best." Based on all that I'd been told about breastfeeding, a switch… Continue reading Confident Mom Interview #1: Meet Suzanne, the Fearless Formula Feeder
I took newly 17-month-old Stella out for ice cream last week. Just me and her. There was no special occasion other than "mama needs ice cream NOW." We headed out on foot at around 7pm to sneak in our treat before her 7:30 bath (which, of course, didn't happen until 7:45). On the "walk" home,… Continue reading Let them eat sugar
I destroyed the structural integrity of my boobs--what little there was--with an expensive, rented hospital grade breast pump in order to collect 500 ounces of milk that Stella would never drink. It sucked in every way. Worse was the guilt and anxiety. None of it made any sense, but thankfully, it's over. I was not… Continue reading Goodbye, breastfeeding guilt.
A couple of weeks ago, I threw out 341 ounces of frozen breastmilk. That was just the bottom shelf. I still need to clear out the top one. It has been six months since the last of it was pumped, rendering my precious milk expired. At the beginning, every half ounce was sacred. Toward the… Continue reading Goodnight, milk.