World Breastfeeding Week

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Here’s to the husbands who climb out of bed to massage their wife’s tense shoulders during the newborn phase, and to the ones who go lie on the floor in the room at 2am so their wife doesn’t feel alone. Know that for every pump part you’ve washed, we are so grateful.

Here’s to all the hair clutching, shirt pulling, and snuggly babies who love their milkies and need that extra comfort.

Here’s to the slightly older siblings who sacrifice their little wants and needs to allow a new sibling to get what they need.

And here’s to the mamas. Who knew they wanted this journey and fought through it all to get it. The tongue ties, the pumping, the cluster feeding, the teething, the long nights and isolating days, the people who judge, and the people who shame, the ones who tell you you’re too much, and the ones who tell you you’re not enough. To the ones with long breastfeeding journeys and the ones with short ones… it’s all so good and it’s all a sacrifice worth celebrating. I see you and I am here for you. It’s a beautiful and necessary thing we get to do and it is worth celebrating no matter what it looks like.

And to the ones who longed for it but never got to do it. Let me say your mental health WAS worth the choice to do something different. You couldn’t have done anything more and never for a second look back and say “what if.” You didn’t fail and you didn’t make the wrong choice. You met your baby’s need because YOU were the one who knew they needed it. Your baby is healthy and happy and I hope you are too. Healthy mamas are just as important as healthy babies and what a relief to have an alternative option. I know the fight is still hard at the moment finding your baby’s food on the shelf. Feeding babies whatever way they need it is hard. It shouldn’t be that way no matter how you choose to do it or have to do it. But it is. And in whatever way I can help you, please know I’m here.

It’s a short season friends. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t worth celebrating and noting that you are seen right where you are.

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