Let’s Talk About the Less Than Glamorous Parts of Breastfeeding

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Robin Lloyd

Robin Lloyd is a Jesus lover, future Dr's wife, twin mama with another little one on the way, animal lover, pianist, teacher, coffee addict, and blogger who delights in pouring her creative energy into photos and posts. She spends her time loving on her kids, dreaming of new creative content, and supporting her busy hubby! Robin graduated with a BM in piano performance from Lamont at University of Denver (where she met her husband!), and now resides in Colorado.

2 thoughts on “Let’s Talk About the Less Than Glamorous Parts of Breastfeeding”

  1. Love your honesty! Hacks sacks, very funny! I had my son when I was 19…many many many moons ago! Breastfeeding when he had teeth can be summed up in 5 words, “suck, suck, suck, bite…slap!” Not a hit out of the ballgame…just enough to let him know that I was in charge. He showed me who was in charge when he was about 9 months old and quit nursing, refusing to suck, refusing to help me out when my hacky sacks became as big and engorged as a 5 lb bag of mashed potatoes! Yes, he showed me who was boss!

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