11/22/2024
Here is me, age 22, breastfeeding my daughter for the first time, trying to wrap my head around the idea of what just happened. Maybe being young and naive was in my favor, maybe not, all I knew is I wanted to breastfeed my daughter, but it was SO DANG HARD!!! Unexpectedly hard. If you know anything about me, I am stubborn and determined. What I wasn’t prepared for was how much I made breastfeeding my identity, and how much it affected me and my fundamental foundation as a mother. How could I be a good mother if I couldn’t even feed my baby? Mom guilt is real, postpartum depression is real, unrealistic expectations are real…but my beautiful friends what I learned later is that breastfeeding is a season, motherhood is forever, so show yourself some grace. In a couple of years, you’ll thank yourself. You are enough!!