I am woman...

hear me roar.

Can I say I am proud of myself

without coming across completely arrogant?

At the risk of sounding conceited

I am so proud I made it to my first goal of six weeks.

Six weeks of breast feeding.

After my week long stay in the hospital with mastits the first time around

 no one was real happy that I wanted to try again 

but I think I have proven that I am brave and really stubborn

and despite six weeks of many obstacles and hurdles Fin and I have come a long way.

week 1: recovery from birth, 1 and 2 degree tares and engorgement 

week 2: thrush = Tabasco, sprite and shards of glass. shaken not stirred

week 3: Finley is hospitalized and I diagnosed with a bacterial infection

week 4: everyone seems healthy until I come down with Thrush again by Friday

week 5: Genevieve throws up all night and Fin hits up Primary Children's again

week 6: I come down with masitis, 103 temperature 

and here we are today.

obviously breast feeding just doesn't come easy for me

and if I put as much effort into loosing weight as I have into breast feeding and mothering

I would look like Arnold Swarzenagger circa 1988

but I am so proud of Fin and myself for persevering and coming this far.

I don't know how much longer we will go but to make it to this point 

has taken a lot of 

dedication, effort, tears, sleepless nights, antibiotics, lactation help and support from loved ones

but we made it

 and while I rock my little boy in the dead of night, listening to him gulp and feel him snuggle close

I am so happy we did.