A Night Away, Alone.
May 7, 2016
It is 5.40am and I am on a train, on the way to the airport, alone. With a breast pump in my suitcase. I know,
It is 5.40am and I am on a train, on the way to the airport, alone. With a breast pump in my suitcase. I know,
All is quiet and smooth on the breastfeeding road of late. It’s a lovely way to be, where breastfeeding is just normal and easy and
Nobody talks about the days where you don’t want it. Where the last thing that you want is to be needed. By everyone. All the
One year. I really can’t believe that I have managed to breastfeed this little baby for the entire first year of his life. I’ve been