
6 Weeks Postpartum: What No One Tells You About This Milestone
Today I am six weeks postpartum. Dique I am healed. Dique that’s it I can carry on with my life. Congratulations. Six weeks ago, I did not think I would be past the fog. Week one, the fog was thick as f^ck. It creeps up on you like a cocktail. It is seductive. For the third time, it felt like an old friend.

From My Heart to the Feedings: A Personal Letter to Breastfeeding
I hate every second of pumping. There is something so unnatural about the pulling. It is rough as f^ck. It hurts like a motherf^cker. I don’t care how many different styles or sizes are created it f^cking sucks. But I am so grateful breast pumps exist because my children don’t latch well from jump. Latching is a struggle too. But when they latch is so special. They love you every time. They rest at my chest and smile once they are done. It is worth the challenge.