10 months ago, I gave birth to Wesley. Overwhelmed as I was, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have such an amazing human being in my life now. Tiny, adorable, and reliant on my body for sustenance. That was a daunting task, as I never really thought about breastfeeding. Let’s be real: I wasn’t even really sure how to properly change a diaper. A few hours after he was born, in walks a blonde woman named Nancy: my lactation specialist. My first thought: “A what?” Yea, a lactation specialist. She went over a few of the basics, she explained how the milk will flow from one part of the breast to the other, comparing it to a highway that it has to travel down to get from one side of the state to the other. Strange, I thought, at first. Still, I tried. I got frustrated. I tried again. Finally, after what seemed like forever, my breasts looked like freshly inflated balloons and I knew my milk had come in. The most important piece of advice that she gave me: Don’t give up! I am SO grateful that my body cooperated with me and allowed me to start such an amazing journey that not every mom gets to experience, and guess what? That’s okay, too! Every mom is different, and for different reasons. So here I am, starting documentation of a journey that has been ten insane months, ups and downs included. Here we go.