My Miracle {On the Eve of Having Not Enough}

Micah laid in front of me on the bed, feet kicking, fists clenched, crying. I sobbed too. Waiting for my milk to letdown. Waiting for the tingle to know that Micah wouldn't have to work very hard to latch and drink. Despite several tongue and lip tie procedures, his latch has never been good. He... Continue Reading →

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Dear Micah {4 Week Letter}

Dear Micah, You've just begun to smile at me, and it's a private smile, as though you and I share the sweetest secrets. And perhaps we do. We share the secret of birth. The secret of midnight nursing. The secret of dawn coffee dates when you stare at me with your big, wise eyes while... Continue Reading →

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