Becoming Unspecial: A Breastfeeding Journey

I didn’t know it was the last time I would pump expressed milk. I didn’t know it would be the last time I’d nurse my son. One was my decision and the other was his — both were after the fact. It’s not how I expected the experience to end, a painfully slow petering out and hanging on to something that no longer served anyone.

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