If you’ve never been pregnant or you’re not a woman, you might not be aware of the pressure that is placed upon women to breastfeed.
I have the equivalent of a huge, uh, package in this arena, but I hate the competition around it -- my friends who couldn’t do it had to deal with shame and guilt piled on by moms who should have been supportive.
elizabeth street
I thought I found a place to feel like a good mom, but boy, was I wrong.
To really kick off this weekly column the right way, I’m going to overshare about my breasts. Again.
I want to try to explain to you why I'm still breastfeeding my toddler. Because I'm not really certain myself, some days.
About that time I squirted my son's father in the eye with a fountain of breast milk.
I don't think I had a stitch of clothing on the upper portion of my body for the first few weeks that I was home from the hospital. It also happened to be the time when we had a never-ending flow of company. I did not give a shit.
I’m not one of “those freaky moms” -- I’m just a regular mom who did what worked for me and my kids.