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I Feel Jealous Sometimes…
I feel jealous when I hear positive breastfeeding stories. I’m human. I sometimes throw myself a “why me” pity party. I search Google for answers as to why I never produced milk after 3 pregnancies. My current theory is that I lack enough glandular tissue. But who really knows? 🤷🏽♀️

I Tried Breastfeeding My Last Baby
The past week of navigating feeding my newborn started out exciting. I felt hopeful this time around. Griffin had an excellent latch. I had help with my other kids to focus and get this thing right.

Formula Doesn’t Define My Motherhood
I exclusively formula fed Nolan and Austin. I will exclusively formula feed my third. When I learned I wasn’t producing milk for my first (Nolan), I spiraled. I struggled to believe I was “worthy” to be a mother.