I know I’m very lucky to be able to have nursed for this long, but I’m also proud of myself for persevering. My baby’s clothes often don’t match, my infant nail-trimming skills are mediocre at best, and you’ll never catch me looking fit and fabulous while running behind a jogging stroller…but at least I’ve proven adept at shoving my breast into my son’s mouth and letting him go to town.
In all seriousness, it’s an especially auspicious occasion for me because the first time around, with my older son Saucer Eyes, we didn’t make it this far. I went back to work 12 weeks after he was born and found myself having a hard time producing milk while on the job. Sure, hanging out topless in a locked office may sound like a great way to spend the afternoon…but not while you’re hooked up to a breast pump.
Despite my best efforts to channel my inner dairy cow, the amount I was producing didn’t come close to meeting his needs. We began supplementing with formula. Eventually, we made the switch to all-formula, all the time.
Now that I’m working from home, I’m able to nurse Scrunchy Face full time and my supply, so far, has remained intact. I’m so happy and grateful , but I’ll admit there have been some C-cup sized bumps along the road. Check out the seven lessons I’ve learned from six months of exclusive breastfeeding.
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