I sat down the other day, and this just came out of me. It felt like it mattered enough to keep going, so I’m going to share it with you today because maybe you feel the same way I do, and it feels good to know that we’re together in something.
I am a mother. It’s who I am now. It’s not all I am, but it’s a pretty big part. It’s not something I do every day; it’s who I am every day.
As tears rolled down my cheeks and going on hour three in that room, I told the psychiatrist I’d just met with a shaky voice that I had been thinking about stopping pumping because I had a feeling I might feel better if I did that but that I wasn’t sure I could because the guilt I felt about it was too overwhelming to deal with.