mommy sher

Becoming a mom is this wild ride, right? And let me tell you, my breastfeeding journey was like a rollercoaster through uncharted territory. Picture this: emergency C-section, borrowed breast pump, and a drop of colostrum that I had to practically scrape off the pump’s flanges for Shieresa. Formula entered the scene while I pumped my heart out every two hours, hoping my milk would show up fashionably late. And fashionably late it was.

I was all in for exclusive breastfeeding from the get-go, but reality hit, and Shieresa’s tummy needed more than my slow-to-arrive milk could offer. Enter my rock, Robin. His constant reminder that fed is best, whether it’s breast milk or formula, became my mantra. Pumping sessions turned into joint celebrations as the milk supply slowly, oh-so-slowly, increased. But hey, progress is progress, right?

Now, leaving the hospital was like leaving the breastfeeding haven. No lactation consultant on speed dial, just Google and fingers crossed. Engorgement became my middle name, and my boobs felt like they had a mind of their own. To pump or not to pump? That was the constant dilemma. Shieresa’s tiny mouth struggled with my overeager milk supply, and my nipples bore the brunt of it.

But let me introduce you to the sequel of this adventure – Shaughn. Planned C-section this time, but the milk arrival? Fashionably late again. Engorgement revisited, and Shaughn faced the same latching struggle as his big sister. It was déjà vu, but with double the chaos.

And oh, the silent struggles! Leaking shirts were my daily fashion statement, storage bags became a rare commodity, and my freezer looked like a milk storage warehouse. Shaughn joined the party, making my days a tag-team effort between two hungry little humans.

Now, here’s the twist. Shieresa, my first-born, is now 19 months old and a pro at chomping down on solids, thanks to baby-led weaning. She’s bid farewell to breast milk, leaving that privilege solely to Shaughn. Let me be clear – I wasn’t breastfeeding the two at the same time, although I secretly wished I could have. Shieresa has a veggie party on her plate now. She had a hard time latching back in the day, but she learned. Shaughn, on the other hand, has his own journey. Initially struggling with latching, he now enjoys a belly full of milk, falling asleep as if he’s sipping from an endless tap of comfort.

So, to all the moms out there facing the chaos of breastfeeding – you got this. Embrace the mess, celebrate the small wins, and know that your journey, with all its quirks, is uniquely yours. It’s messy, it’s wild, but it’s motherhood – unfiltered and unapologetic. You got this momma.

And hey, here’s to the strength that comes with nursing not just one, but two little miracles.

Join me on this unfiltered journey of motherhood and breastfeeding triumphs. Share your experiences, ask questions, or simply connect with fellow moms facing similar challenges. Let’s build a community of support and celebrate the beautiful chaos that comes with the adventure of raising little miracles. Comment below to share your story or reach out for advice. Together, we navigate the unexpected and embrace the joys of unfiltered motherhood!

Love, mommy sher