
When I was pregnant with my firstborn, I had a plan. See, I’m good at planning and my plans more often than not were successful. I pride myself on my planned out organizational strategies. So in all that comes with preparing for a baby, I had no reason to doubt that my best intentions and ideals would have easily come to pass. I have been a breast-feeding advocate for as long as I’ve known that God gave women the ability to nourish their babies, so naturally I had planned to nurse my baby. I’m also a believer in natural birth and would frown upon the mothers who just showed up to the hospital and immediately asked for an epidural, so I faithfully practiced my coping strategies for an un-medicated labor.

To understand my story, you have to first understand the circumstances surrounding my first birth. I was always healthy, active and figured I'd have a near perfect pregnancy and birth and would be able to breastfeed for as long as the baby and I wanted. However, what happened, should be in a book called, "Pregnancy, Birthing, and Baby: I Didn't Sign Up for This".
In the middle/late 2nd trimester, I developed high blood pressure. I had lots of doctor visits and brushes with bed rest until my 30th week. Then I was put on mandatory bed rest. Thankfully, I was a weather channel "junkie" and it was hurricane season!