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There’s a disconnect between medical guidance around extended breastfeeding and many mothers’ lived experience.
We love our babies more than anything, and sometimes we feel like we have to sacrifice ourselves in order to prove our devotion.
It was only after I had made peace with no longer breastfeeding my son, that the right tools fell into my lap and the milk began to flow. After many months of striving, I could finally exhale.
I think you must be what Rumi was writing about—“the universe in ecstatic motion.”
Much like other fathers, I felt somewhat helpless at first.
Don’t let anyone make you feel less than because you have chosen (or like many of us, life chose for you) the formula route.
"I felt a pinch in my heart," she shared.
I dream about being done, about getting my body back and wearing a normal bra again.
Being a formula-feeding mom is challenging in a society that heavily promotes, and sometimes even glamorizes, the breastfeeding journey.
She says her twins are "strong and happy."
This was a sudden loss of something both beautiful and painful that had become deeply ingrained into my identity as a woman and a mother
Even though research tells us that most women are not able to reach their breastfeeding goals due to factors outside of their control, many women who stop breastfeeding feel like a failure and feel guilt and shame about weaning.
Over time, I started to realize that I wasn’t failing at all—just taking a different route.
The truth is, this is much more common than is openly talked about.
"I may not know much about a woman’s body or breastfeeding, but I was super proud and grateful that she was able to go that long trying to breastfeed and pumping."
I am celebrating because this is the best decision that I could have made for myself and my child—but I honor and respect the decisions that other mamas have made for themselves and their children.
"You can congratulate me—we did it, they now sleep in their room on beds right next to each other and they cuddle with each other instead of us."
Because they have given me room to slow down, exhale and enjoy the journey.
At times I found myself mourning the loss of being a fountain of endless comfort and nourishment for my son. In my heart and in my weary mama bones, I knew that we were on the right path—a path towards sustainable motherhood.
222: the number of days I breastfed this baby. And today, I didn’t.