A couple of months ago, I saw a Facebook post on Huffington Post Parents asking for readers to share their breastfeeding stories: the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly.
It's no secret that I struggled to nurse Liam in those first few weeks. In fact, I don't want it to be a secret. The truth is, it was hard and it put me in a bad place mentally and physically.
So I shared my story.
I've been anticipating this being published for almost two months now. I know it's a sensitive topic and I was so afraid of judgmental comments. Because what I've found most hurtful during the whole process of figuring this motherhood thing out, is that other mothers are the worst offenders.
Can we please make a pact as mamas that we'll treat each other with grace and kindness even if we're not all on the same page?
We're in the business of raising little humans, and that is probably the most daunting, exhausting and impossible task of them all.
I hope if you're planning on nursing, that it works out beautifully and that you get the support and care you need. And if it doesn't, I hope you give yourself grace much sooner than I did (which was, like, maybe a month ago, kind of).
So far, I've received supportive and encouraging comments, mostly telling me I'm not the only one on this planet that struggled.
And after six months, that's still what I need to hear.
(This article is part of an ongoing series with so many other encouraging stories.)