March 25th, 2021 | by Liz Tichenor
The breast pump had arrived that afternoon, the Monday after Fritz died, at the same time as a stout flat-rate box of hand-me-down clothes from my cousin, who I later heard felt horrible about the timing, having mailed the package when Fritz was still alive
October 7th, 2020 | by Melody Glenn
As doctors, we are trained to believe that we are, or should be, invincible—in contrast to our patients’ bodies, bodies with needs and demands that must be fixed.
September 30th, 2020 | by Alexandria Bolden
My milk was starting to come in, and I went to the salon.
August 31st, 2020 | by Lauren Tanabe
After months of attempting every contortion that existed in the space between her mouth and my breast, it became clear that if I wanted her to have my milk (and this, I knew I needed), it would have to be pumped, squeezed, and wrung out of me
September 10th, 2019 | by Aja Haynes
Many of us know the story: God makes a forest. God puts man and woman in the forest. God tells
January 30th, 2019 | by Aren Aizura
Chestfeeding. Autocorrect doesn’t know this word and changes it to chested. Chestfeeding was what my daughter Kit and I did
July 19th, 2018 | by Meghan LeBorious
Resting against the wall, breastfeeding my tiny son in the quietest stretch of night, I watch from the fourth floor
July 14th, 2018 | by Kimberly Kimble
For the past two Saturdays a group of mamas have gathered outside of the ICE detention center in Portland, OR to
April 27th, 2018 | by Elana R.L. Story
For the body of a mother In the end, I wished for stretch marks to line my body like
March 29th, 2018 | by Christina Yovovich
When I was pregnant, my psychiatrist asked me if I planned to nurse. I said I didn’t know. I was
