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.




Writer. Storyteller. Aspiring Adult.

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Mother Love: Getting to the Roots of It — Caring for our Daughters’ Hair.

The Happy Tooth Foundation YES I CAN!

The Work of Parenting — An Analogy for a Childless Artist

They Love Cheap Thrills

A child on a swing while another stands nearby amidst fallen leaves.

I’m Not a Product of my Good Parenting

Accepting Kindness Becomes Easier When You Stop Judging Its Source

SERIES (Part 1): Being At Home Isn’t All That Simple And Its Nothing To Do With Cabin Fever

Mongooses on the loose?!

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Heather Sundell

Heather Sundell

Writer. Storyteller. Aspiring Adult.

More from Medium

Snippets with my toddler

Teaching with D&D: Dungeons and Dragons in School?!?

We All Get Stuck.

My Remedy for School Holiday Boredom