Black Breastfeeding Week exists because our stories as Black mothers are layered with history, stigma, and resilience. This is why our voices, experiences, and presence matter.

Motherhood stretches your body and your limits. From rebuilding core strength to navigating food choices on a budget, this is my honest journey of choosing Day One — over and over again.

Breastfeeding is natural—but no one talks about how hard it can be. This post is for the sore, sleep-deprived, second-guessing mamas: you're doing amazing.

They say a C-section is the “easy way out.” I wish that were true. From unexpected surgery to painful recovery and emotional grief—this is what it really felt like.

After hours of Pitocin and no progress, I had to make a decision that shifted everything. This is the story of how I delivered my daughter via C-section—full of fear, strength, and love.

Calm on the outside, spiraling inside. A late-night Uber to the hospital led to a whirlwind of vitals, monitors, needles, and the terrifying realization: I might actually leave with a baby in my arms. Part 3 of my birth story takes you inside the moment labor truly began—complete with sarcasm, sidebars, and a whole lot of heart.

I thought I had more time. But when the fruit didn’t make her move, and the water didn’t wake her, I knew something was off. Then came the blood pressure spike—and the call to Labor & Delivery. This was the moment my calm turned into crisis.

I went in for a routine baby checkup, ready for cute sonogram pics and a stress-free day. Instead? Surprise contractions, high blood pressure, and an overnight stay. Apparently, my body RSVP’d to labor early—and forgot to tell me.

They said breastfeeding would be natural. Beautiful, even. But no one warned me about the nipple pain, the panic sweats, or my baby looking at me like I owed her answers. It took two months, a lot of pumping, and even more self-doubt before things finally clicked. This is the real story of how it started—messy, loud, and far from perfect.

After two weeks in and out of the hospital, I’m finally home and healing. In this heartfelt reflection, I share my gratitude for the family, friends, and faith that carried me through. A raw look at recovery, motherhood, and the power of support.