AdikComel ChefDave

A mom loses calcium.
She loses iron.
Her back aches.
Her shoulders burn.
Her wrists hurt.
Her body feels tired in places she never knew existed.

Yet she still insists on doing it.

Because breastfeeding is not just feeding.
It is her body quietly choosing her baby every single day.
It is sacrifice that no one sees, but her baby feels.

She insists because she knows this phase is temporary, but the impact is lifelong.
Because every pump and every pour is love flowing through her body.

Even when her body is tired, her heart stays full🤍🌟 ❤

Being a direct feeding and pumping amma means living by the clock, yet learning to let go of it too. Some days my pumping time clashes with his feeding, and in those moments, the decision is always the same. I feed him first. I latch him, I watch him drink, I wait until he’s full. Only then do I pump, even if the output is less.

Most nights and early mornings, I’m thankful that my pumps don’t clash much with his feeds. Those quiet hours remind me why consistency and discipline matter so much in this journey. I never imagined I’d be feeding on one side while collecting or pumping on the other, yet here I am, learning what my body is capable of.

This journey isn’t about numbers or oversupply. It’s about trust, patience, and showing up every single time. My body is doing wonders, and I respect it deeply. Grateful to God for choosing me to nourish my Thushant 🤍🌙

❤