I am choosing presence over pressure. I am reclaiming my body. I am retiring the pump. I am embracing the "And." I am letting go of the "What Ifs." I am enough.
Tag: BreastfeedingJourney
The Permission Slip: When I Stopped Chasing ‘Enough’
For a long time, I believed that my worth as a mother hinged on milliliters and ounces. My life revolved around the hum of a machine and the ticking of a clock. I saw my body through a lens of "deficit." If the bottle wasn’t full, I felt empty, creating a cycle where my morning …
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Rebuilding Trust With My Body
"Growing up, I used to trust my body without question. It had a knack for healing quickly and when necessary, enduring physical pain that most people avoided. From a nearly fatal bike accident, to sprained wrists and ankles, to small accidental burns and scratches. My body handled it all, taking it on with no issues. I trusted that my body could do everything it had been designed to do…"
God’s Timing, Our Growth: Finding Peace in the Unanswered
I’ve been there. The immense pain of feeling like you’re all alone. Like you’ve been abandoned. You pray and plead and seek for the feeling of something. Anything. But God is silent. And you’re confused. Confused why he would leave you feeling like this. Forsaken. I’ve been there many times. Most notably was in my …
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Navigating Comparisons: When Other Mothers’ Journeys Trigger You
Do you remember when your precious little baby was born? You looked down into their brand new face, and fell in love at first sight. You knew from that point on you wanted to give that little one the world. Every good thing, you wanted to provide for your new bundle of joy. Despite wanting …
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Love and Communication Despite Low Milk Supply: Understanding Needs as New Parents
Low milk supply is a struggle that affects more than just feeding our babies. It can affect our emotions, our identities, and even our relationships. This issue affects not only us as mothers but also our partners, leading to difficulties in a relationship if not managed correctly. The goal of this post is to help you gain a little more self-awareness of your relationship needs and how to exprees ert67s them to your partner. This is a great read for new mothers and their partners, so send it to your partner. That way, you can both feel supported, seen and understood.
Why I Purged My Social Media from “Mom Content”
I remember being pregnant with my first. I was taking in as much information as possible. I joined groups for moms expecting babies in the same month, followed influencers and perfect install moms, and read parenting advice—anything I could get my hands on. At first, it felt like I was getting ahead—like I was setting …
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Navigating Guilt: To the Mom Who Feels Like She’s Failing
When Breastfeeding Doesn't Go as Planned You just finished another round of pumping, only to be let down, yet again, by your body. You think of the looks you are self-conscious of when you make a bottle of formula for your baby in public. The looks as you add a container of formula to your …
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Surrendering Expectations: Embracing the Mother I Am Becoming
This is the fifth installment in my series on grief. I recommend reading the previous posts highlighting denial, anger, bargaining, and depression before this one. They provide solid context and highlight the emotional journey I have been through to get to this point. It’s been over a year since I began walking through this grief …
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Not Me, Not This: Denial and My Struggle with Low Milk Supply
I vividly remember the first time I read about Insufficient Glandular Tissue (IGT). I was sitting on the toilet and sobbing. Sobbing because, for the first time, I had figured out what was “wrong” with me. Sobbing because I felt betrayed.