The last couple of weeks have been the hardest stretch of this breastfeeding journey. Or any of my breastfeeding journeys. Both boys got sick. I got a clogged duct that I’m pretty sure has turned into another infection — I had mastitis two months ago and this feels familiar in all the wrong ways. The boys are teething, or going through a leap, or a sleep regression, or all three at once because why not. The perfect storm. In my breastfeeding journeys before this one, I never had more than occasional engorgement in the beginning. This has been a different experience entirely. And I won’t pretend it hasn’t been a hard pill to swallow — physically, mentally, emotionally. I ordered a pump this week. For the first time. Just in case I need a break. Just to have the option. The physical and mental load of exclusively breastfeeding twins on no sleep is catching up to me, and I finally had to admit that having an exit ramp doesn’t mean I have to take it. I’m writing this partly for you an...