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World Breastfeeding Week Blog

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The first week of August is world breastfeeding week. I’ve experienced a lot of trials in my life, yet the journey of breastfeeding was one of the hardest (mentally, physically, and emotionally). There is so much happening from the second you give birth. With it there is this intense desire to nurture your baby. They say it’s the most natural thing, your body knows what it’s doing, and it doesn’t hurt too much. Lies! The pain on that first latch is still engrained in my mind six year later. The constant feeding and dread in between feeds from the raw pain felt anything but natural. I made mental goals of surviving “1 week, 1 month, 6 months, that’s good, anything is good, we don’t need to get to a year.”

Fast forward six years and 2 children and I feel so very different than I did those first couple of weeks of motherhood. With an amazing support system, I was able to pull through and nurse both of my kids well past their first birthdays. It created this bond that I feel so honored to have.

Shortly after my daughters second birthday, I knew our end to breastfeeding would be coming sooner than later. So I decided to take a moment during our family photos to celebrate our journey. It’s much harder to wrangle a two year old gracefully as opposed to the cute baby milk bath nursing sessions I had wanted but never got around to doing. It was definitely worth it in retrospect because she ended up self-weaning on Christmas eve, and I never got much more photos of the tail end of our breastfeeding journey.

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The Title: Mother

mother's day reflection

I never knew a title could consume so much of me. That there is a timeline in my mind of my life with a hard divide of before and after. Who I was before kids, and who I am after. 

Some days I embrace the title, proudly dawn it on my shirt (the one that is loosely fitted to help my judgmental mind). Some days I find the title heavy to carry, like a weight that buries me deeper into the ground with every step I take. 

These little humans will become adults one day and I’m supposed to give them all the tools for success. Tools that I don’t seem to have myself on some days. Some tools that I have never had the privilege to ever have.

Happy mother’s day. One day to celebrate mountains of movement that most mothers do. It isn’t easy, and I’m not sure it ever will be. That is part of the title.