I’ve been a human pacifier for the past 2,726 days. These are my confessions...
One...
I’m an uncertified cuddler. Which means I find security in body heat.
Two...
Tiny hands holding the breast is the cutest image ever. A serious close tie with when our daughters looked up at me from the breast.
Three...
I know for sure nipple twindling is why my babies have amazing fine motor skills.
Four...
The newborn-to-one suckle knocks me out into the most intense lactation-induced sleep.
Five...
I never knew tongue posture was a thing, but it’s definitely another holistic benefit of nursed children.
Six...
It’s been 8 years and I’ve just recently developed an excitement for foraging herbs and preparing nutrient-dense meals that are comparable to breastmilk.
Seven...
I’ve installed health triggers around my home to support me nursing myself back to health. This means my fridge looks like a chilled rainbow. And the nutribullet is the ONLY kitchen appliance I have on my counter.
Eight...
Food and sleep are my go-to stress relievers.
Nine...
Despite having noticeably longer nipples that literally fold onto my areola, I’m not interested in getting designer nipples or a tattooed areola.
Ten...
Being a human pacifier while pregnant meant I legit could not move without waking the baby in me or beside me.
Eleven...
I’ve finally embraced my rolls, love handles, full hips and overall roundedness as a sign of exceptional health and a highly functioning motherly figure. Thank you to all the full-bodied wombmen who have confidently let their butts clap, their bellies roll, their hips swing, their thighs jiggle.
Twelve...
I let my boobs sweat.
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Until next time...
Love The Journey,
