I'm still breastfeeding which, I'll be honest, feels like one of my greater life accomplishments. I mean... I had TWO breast-reductions, people and was totally unable to breastfeed Archer and it's like some kind of miracle that I can whip out my boobs and do something besides scare people with them. (If there was an ugliest boobs contest, I would totally be a finalist. Mine are about as scarred and scabbed and jacked-up as boobs could possibly be. They don't sag, though, thanks to the surgery, but BOY if they aint ugly.)
Breastfeeding has not been painless by any means. Oh LAWDY, no. In fact, I'm thinking about asking Medela to sponsor me because I go through their lanolin like water these days. (Lansinoh Lanolin = major sucks compared to the joy Medela lanolin brings to thy nipples. Medela goes on smoothe and isn't messy. Five stars and two thumbs waaaay up!) And yet, here I blog, my boob shoved down my THREE-MONTH-OLD babe's throat and I FUCKING RULE, you guys. I do. Because I'm totally pulling this whole thing off and, here is a medal I will hereby wear on this blog forever more:

I know. It has sneakers on it and a soccer ball but it was the cutest medal I could find on google images.
In fact, to all you breastfeeding moms, you deserve medals, too: For being at your babe's beck and call round the clock. For not being able to sleep on your stomach and/or rock sexy bras. For giving up drinking and coffee and leaking all over yourself when your baby sleeps through the night For being unable to wear shift dresses (or most dresses for that matter) and for suffering through breast infections or if you're like me, something called "blanching" EVERY SINGLE TIME you nurse, which, as you know is like EVERY FIVE MINUTES. Especially because Fable seems to ONLY fall asleep at the boob these days which... uh. Yeah.

At least when she's awake I can kiss her face until MY LIPS CHAP!
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE breastfeeding. It rocks. And I'm so glad I've been able to have this experience with Fable. It's worth all the bloody nipples in the world and I plan to breastfeed her until she's six-months if I can. (I didn't think I'd make it three months but here I am! Still plugging away!) It's just hard work. And I know it isn't just me. MOST mothers have a tough time breastfeeding. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, sisters. Breastfeeding is HARD. I know our bodies are "built" to do it, that it's the "best" way and etc. etc. etc... But that sure don't make it easy. It's hard out there for a nip. Hence the medal. And the high-five I just gave myself (and you, my fellow breastfeeding moms) for sticking it out and making it work, Tim Gunn style.
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