My friend Kristin and I reminisce over our frequent angsty phone calls after our daughters were born. And she reveals something to me she’s never told me before.
Thirty-four years after having me, my mom breaks down for the first time over not being able to breastfeed me.
You kept charts when your baby was first born. I know you did. Post yours in the new LST flickr pool!
A mom who finds breastfeeding stressful discovers that a machine helps her feel closer to her son.
Nine months ago, during the last storm of the snowiest winter in Philadelphia history, my stomach began to gurgle loudly like a draining bathtub. It took about an hour to realize what this meant: my daughter finally wanted out.