Since welcoming my twins into the world last year, I’ve dedicated myself to breastfeeding. While I respect the choices of others, my decision to nurse is something I’m fiercely passionate about.
Since June, I’ve faced countless suggestions from family, friends, and healthcare professionals to switch to formula. I’ve been labeled selfish and questioned about my ability to provide enough nutrition. Coupled with challenges like clogged ducts and latching issues, it’s been quite a journey. Despite the hardships, I cherish the bond that nursing creates and the knowledge that my boys are nourished with breast milk and wholesome foods.
Then everything changed when I accepted my first bags of donor milk. After battling bronchitis and ending up in the ER, my cousin didn’t hesitate to overnight me 17 ounces of milk. Since she also has twins, she understood the urgency and just called FedEx.
At a community gathering, an old high school friend approached me with an offer of milk. I hesitated, wanting to maintain my independence, but ultimately accepted. Overwhelmed with gratitude, tears welled in my eyes as she delivered milk in convenient 3-to-4-ounce bags, helping me through a difficult growth spurt. I genuinely don’t know how I would have managed that week without her kindness.
Then my best friend had her baby. She would drop off milk periodically, sometimes along with a much-needed coffee. Her baby was just six weeks old when she started sharing with me. Now, if I’m ever in need of a few extra ounces, she’s right there, ready to pump more for us. That’s true friendship and unwavering support!
I was also touched when a stranger reached out through a Facebook group dedicated to milk sharing. She found me through Human Milk 4 Human Babies and offered to donate. When I picked up a substantial bag of luscious, nutrient-rich milk, I couldn’t hold back the tears. This incredible gift not only nourished my boys but also uplifted me.
I realize that not everyone is comfortable with donating or accepting milk, and that’s okay. For me, it feels like a lifeline in the challenging waters of motherhood. To all the women in my life who have extended their generosity, thank you. You might not fully grasp the impact of your support.
You didn’t know that I often feel like I’m “not enough,” stretched thin between two babies, my lovely daughter, and my wonderful husband. You didn’t know that I’ve faced judgment for my choices, whether it’s not using formula, delaying solids, or following a different path than others.
You didn’t know that right after my twins were born, a nurse suggested I shouldn’t worry if they needed formula, and I was still recovering from surgery. You didn’t know that my parenting decisions have been scrutinized, causing me to second-guess myself.
You didn’t know that I celebrate every time my sons maintain their weight above the fifth percentile. You didn’t know how many tears I’ve shed, cradling my fussy babies, nursing them while chugging quarts of water, feeling overwhelmed and like I might be failing.
You also didn’t know the immense relief I felt when I opened my freezer to find bags of Medela, Lansinoh, and NUK milk waiting for us.
Now you do.
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In summary, the gift of donated breast milk has been an incredible support during my journey as a twin mom, offering nourishment and relief when I needed it most. It’s a powerful reminder of the community of support that exists among mothers, and I’m grateful for every ounce shared.