We Are Done

  With the recent and abrupt self-weaning of my 2-year-old comes yet another stark realization: I think the growing of my family is done. Thereโ€™s no “think”, actually. Rob would most certainly state that we are done. I suppose I say think because it’s only just recently that I have slowly and finally come to […]

The End of The Road

  Just a few short weeks ago, my sweet little baby boy turned two years old. And within that same week, said sweet little baby boy slept the entire night through and stirred not a single, solitary time. When the morning broke, he fully awakened and made no move to nurse. Overnight, he had weaned. […]

On Loving and Loathing Breastfeeding

I can’t think of anything else in my life that has had the power to wield within myself such huge feelings of both failure and of greatness, vacillating multiple times between the two emotions all within the course of a single day. ย I’ve never before at times been so over something, yet found myself breaking […]