Reflecting on a long 5 weeks postpartum and realizing no matter how prepared and pragmatic you are, none of this is easy. And no matter how much you have to be grateful for, you can still feel sadness when things don’t go as you imagined. For anyone else navigating this, it’s all normal ❤️ I’m still pumping my heart out and working with a lactation consultant to get my supply back up, but it still felt like a tiny sting when I couldn’t check the “exclusively breastfed” box on a form at the pediatrician, and it’s mostly just frustrating that I had a whole ideal plan in my head and things just didn’t work out that way. I don’t feel “guilt” per se, because I know I did nothing wrong… just still frustrated. Especially because she was born a few weeks early and because I worked so hard to pump through the hospital stay. In brighter news she’s gaining weight, finally starting to get the chunky thighs I long to see, and she’s otherwise thriving 🥹❤️ And I’m healthy and recovering so well to...