In which this is the sacred everyday

  My youngest child is 14 months old. And she has never, not once, slept through the night. In case you’re interested, that is roughly 426 nights, straight, of broken sleep for me. Give or take a few. My first…

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In which a lactivist is humbled

Dear Mama: I need to confess, sister.  I have judged you.  When I saw you with your bottles at the park, when I spotted cans of formula at your house, some small, mean part of me judged you. Honestly, I…

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In which this is how breastfeeding changed me

Joseph breastfeeding at the beach, 2009. No guilt. No finger-pointing. No shoulda, coulda, woulda. No “why don’t you?” or “why didn’t you?” Not even any stats or figures. But let me tell you how breastfeeding changed me. Breastfeeding gave me…

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