I grew up watching my mother breastfeed my younger siblings. It was the normal thing to do in our house.  

When I was ten my parents became Foster Parents and within a few years our home was shared with over 200 children.  

A lot of these children were infants. It was unusual for me, as a young impressionable girl who only knew about Breastfeeding, to watch and to help my mother formula feed. But it became a new normal. I embraced it.  

When I had my first son, I knew without a doubt I'd breastfeed him. And I did.  

With our second, things got complicated. It hurt. My son screamed and my nipples bled.  

Thankfully my neighbor and friend was not only a doula but a LLL Leader! Jula the Doula. She was my saving grace. She helped me try different nursing positions. She brought me lanolin for my sore breasts. She also passed no judgment when I supplemented with formula while I gave my nipples a much-needed rest.  

After the scabs healed and I mentally prepared myself, she was there to help. She showed me how to get that proper latch.  

I never had these difficulties with my firstborn.  

Finally my second child was nursing like a champ.  

By the time our third son made his boisterous appearance I was grateful for the hardships and for the advantageous experiences I'd already endured. I was ready for anything. 

I'm thankful for watching my mother nurture not only my biological  siblings but my foster siblings as well. 

If you need assistance with Breastfeeding or want judgment free support, I'm here to be your "Jula the Doula". 

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