Lessons in Motherhood

It seems that my once abundantly producing milk machines have incurred some type of inexplicable system failure. In other words, my milk is drying up. I don’t know how or why this is happening. I’ve always produced more than enough milk, but suddenly that’s just not the case anymore. Since I can’t fix the problem without a complete system reboot (not sure what that would look like), I think it’s time to introduce formula to our little angel. I’m surprised at how not traumatized I am by this revelation. I guess I could beat myself up, drink some crazy teas, pump like a mad cow, and put myself through all kinds of trauma to boost my supply OR I can do what a seasoned mother would do and congratulate myself on a good run, vow to keep up feedings as much as I can, and go buy some cans of formula. I’m going to do the latter. I think it’s quite amazing that I made it seven months feeding her breastmilk exclusively. I’m not going to feel bad about supplementing now. I’ve done my best, and that’s all I could have asked of myself.