The pain in the first weeks, the cracked nipples, the relentless dedicated hours & hours… and hours. All worth it when you see her little head fall to the side with a satisfactory sigh & the sweet milk baby breath as she dozes off to sleep.

The engorgement, the yoga poses, the swift kicks to the other boob, the struggle to build back supply… these are all things that can make you feel defeated, depleted, entirely done…

And it’s the most beautiful, bonding introduction to a long lived journey of motherhood full of the same ebbs & flows, the same “I can’t do this” tears that turn into “I did it” ones.