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.

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