Eating

Dylan has never tasted formula. 

For some strange nonsensical reason...

i'm proud of that fact. 

It means i was a lean, mean, milking machine.

It means that all the hours 

of clogged ducts, 

painful feedings, 

endless pumping, 

and alcohol abstinence

meant something.

There's nothing wrong with formula, 

It nourishes a growing baby all the same.

But when you breastfeed it sort of becomes this battle.

Because breastfeeding ( at first)

Is HARD. 

You WANT to give up. 

You want to say "I just didn't produce enough"

You want to put the baby down,

for 2 seconds.

You want to let your husband feed the baby

for once.

You want to have your body back.

You want to wear silk blouses and 

Victoria secret bras.

But the battle rages in your head...

Nature-made vs. Man-man

Breastmilk vs. Formula.

But then you're alone in the wee hours

nursing your baby.

Something only YOU can do.

You feel like a Super Hero.

That's why its funny to realize that after all that worry..

all that "breast milk is best" debate...

your toddler begins drinking

milk

from an ANIMAL.