Goodbye, breastfeeding guilt.

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.