Breastfeeding: Society’s Expectation Vs. Your Own Sanity

It starts with a feeling, a rising from the pit of my stomach. I don’t like it. It tastes wrong. It’s a guilty secret, the kind I could never ever share. Yet the more I think it, the more unruly it becomes… I don’t like breastfeeding. It’s 3am. Emily is six weeks old. I’m sitting up in bed with one…

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6 Things Breastfeeding Taught Me About My Body

1. My Body is Amazing. It’s just created a whole new life and now it’s a walking vending machine (or a cow with udders as one of my friends likes to call it.) I was stunned by how much that dribble of golden goo (colostrum) could nourish my baby. It was like a superfood on steroids and I created it. 2. My Body…

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How the NHS Contributed to my Postnatal Depression

My waters broke two weeks early with Emily. I was admitted to hospital but my contractions were feeble and intermittent. In the end I was hooked up to an intravenous drug called Syntocinon (essentially rocket fuel for the cervix) and five hours later I had a baby in my arms. We were discharged and left the hospital a deliriously happy,…

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