Everyone’s journey through motherhood is different.
2. My friend, Melissa. Joy. Lissa. Bad Ass Breastfeeding Mom. She’s a nursing champ and I was fortunate enough that not only did she live right around the corner, but she also was nursing kid #3 who so happens to be Easton’s future wife, Gracie. We have babies practically the same age and are constantly battling the same issues, minus breastfeeding. Gracie was a pro from day one, and that didn’t get me down, it was actually an inspiration. I knew that Easton just needed a bit more practice and DUH….all babies are different. Melissa went to Target to buy me nipple shields. She went with me night #2 of being home to breastfeeding group and she continued to go with me almost every Monday and Wednesday. She knew I needed a friend to go with me and Gracie and Easton quickly became best buds hanging out on boobs. Melissa has been my constant go to gal for everything breastfeeding….and more (teething, diaper rash, penis issues, etc.). She’s a momma genius. She always knows the right thing to say and gets how I’m feeling. One thing I love about Joy the most is that she understands my sadness over the loss of my mom and although she can’t relate she recognizes that void I have. She gives credit to it and sometimes that is all I need. I’ve known her since grade school and back then I had no idea she’d mean this much to me. I’m so glad our paths crossed again and we are great friend…..boob buddies…..and some day co-mother-in-laws.
3. Lastly, my cousin Sam. Sammy Jo. I could text her at any time and she had the answer. We’ve never lived close enough but we could still tackle the world’s problems together if we needed to. I remember texting her some issues and she instantly knew I had mastitis coming on. She told me exactly what to do and thank GOODNESS I listened to her and she knew what she was talking about because within hours I was feeling so much better. That was the worst “boob flu” I had ever experienced and I did whatever I could to avoid having that again. She was an inspiration to me and I knew she’d help me meet my goal if I needed her to.
To my sister, Meg, Michelle, and everyone else who told me I could do it. Thank you. To those who told me I didn’t have to do it if it was too difficult. Thank you. I needed to hear it all. You were there and our little chunky monkey thanks you.
Tomorrow we are 8 months strong little buddy. I’m so glad God chose me to be your momma!