This past Monday, Faith became a 7 month old. This also means that I have been exclusively breastfeeding her for 7 months, something that is honestly a big win in my mind. My breastfeeding journey has had its ups and downs. It was definitely a lot harder than I thought it would be, and while Faith latched almost immediately after birth, supply became a daily struggle and stressed me out the most.
Part of the stress was self-inflicted, mostly because I felt pressured by certain people that I was not producing enough. In my mind, and in my heart, I knew I was producing well enough for my child, but because pumped milk is measurable, it never seemed like enough to other people. And so I included evening sessions to add to my stash of milk for when I was at work. I never had the chance to build a stash beforehand since Faith was still feeding on demand by the time I went back, and I honestly just found the thought of pumping to be so.. painful and overwhelming. What are all of these parts? How does this work exactly? My boobs were already ravaged by constant feeding, I cringed at the thought of some machine just tearing them apart even more.