I don’t bake very often anymore, but carly wanted to make cookies and i honestly cant remember the last time we baked together. so while little brother was napping we had some mommy and me time. 😍 🍪 .
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today’s topic for #mybabysturningonerecap: breastfeeding. i had no idea what to expect with this. i didn’t anticipate the pain in the beginning. i didn’t anticipate the discomfort of engorgement. or how no shirts or bras would fit quite the same anymore. i didn’t anticipate milk blebs, or clogged ducts, or the stress of having a crazy oversupply in one b**b with an undersupply in the other, or the invisible ball and chain that this all comes with... but what i mostly didn’t expect, was how deeply i would fall in love with breastfeeding. despite the challenges, (ps, mine were minuscule as compared to what some warrior mamas deal with) nursing my daughter has been one of the most sublime experiences of my life. here i am, still going strong at almost 1 year, with no concrete or immediate plans of stopping. i had no idea i’d be this attached to it. i had no idea i’d love it this much. i wholeheartedly believe that fed is best, and there is no ‘superior’ way to feeding our babies. but man i am proud of myself for making it to this point, for staying strong when the going got tough, and i am so grateful for what my body has been able to do. this picture is so near and dear to my heart- it’s of siena’s very first latch 😭❤️. i remember this moment so vividly. you can see the mascara pooled around my eyes from having just delivered moments before, with all the sweating and pushing and crying (who the f**k thought it was a good idea to put on makeup to go give birth 🤦🏻♀️). i had just been sewn up. i was in pain. i was exhausted and depleted. i had not a single clue what i was doing. but i did it. and i was smacked with a kind of love that can’t even be described with words.
via 📷 from @postpartum