When I met my breast pump, I was on the rebound from a breastfeeding relationship that hadn’t turned out the way I hoped
When the time came, I knew. I felt it in my gut, and in my body, each time my muscles tensed up at her request to nurse.
Taking an actual break while my husband parents feels somehow subversive, no matter how often I do it.
My toddler’s recent preference for her father has gone from sub-textual to textual. She has no compunction about loudly pushing me away and requesting her dad instead. I’ve been reprimanded for even speaking to her on occasion — “Don’t talk to me, Mom! Don’t talk!”