National breastfeeding week 🤱

Warning: contains photos of boobs doing something totally natural 🤘

At the end of the day, it’s all about feeding your baby and your baby maintaining a healthy weight, whatever that looks like. 😘

But I feel eternally grateful that I could do this for Arlo. 🙏

As with most feeding journeys, it wasn’t without its hardships and crazy moments, but looking back at these photos makes me feel blessed and proud. 🥰

So much happened in those 13 months…

Collecting as much colostrum as I could whilst on the ward after Arlo made his early appearance at 36 weeks.

Getting the creon in him at 2am - grappling with that stupid tiny spoon, a pack of apple purée, and hands that were shaking due to Arlo’s hungry cries in the background.

Feeding at home.

Feeding on the go (one of these photos was taken in the middle of a tourist attraction in Brighton 😎).

Pumping so Martyn could do a feed and help me get more sleep!

Just a few highlights that show how varied our journey was. For about 2 months I gave up on pumping (dairy cow vibes got to me 😆🐄) so the one bottle a day that Martyn gave Arlo was formula rather than breast milk. You gotta do what works for your family! 🙌

But I wouldn’t change a thing - including the blood, sweat, tears - and spilt milk! (Anyone who said there’s no need to cry over spilt milk had clearly not just pumped it from their boobs! 🤣🤣🤣)

The female body can do incredible things. 💃

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