At some point in my pregnancy, I fell in love with my daughter. I remember being pregnant, sitting in her rocking chair, my sweet baby girl in my belly. She didn’t have a name yet, but she was my sweet, sweet girl. I remember reading her books and feeling an overwhelming amount of love for her. Tears would fill my eyes when I thought about meeting her and holding her for the first time, though in my mind, I was already her mommy.
They say that the things that matter in life are the things that you have to work for. You have to stuggle, or fail, but you're expected to get back up and keep going. But at what cost?
I was one of those naive women who assumes that breastfeeding was going to be the only option for me and my babies. After all, my mother breastfed all three of her babies. My friends breastfed. Back in 2012 when I was pregnant with my first daughter, I didn't even bother reading up on breastfeeding during pregnancy. I just assumed that things would be fine... until once during a pap and breast exam during one of my early prenatal visits, my midwife Bernie mentioned to me, "you have flat nipples, you might have trouble breastfeeding." This was the first moment I had a red flag pop up in my mind, but I brushed it off. No one talks about breastfeeding-gone-wrong. I couldn't imagine it being THAT big of a deal.
I Am Mama.
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