Feeding Babies, Fueling Moms – The Sweet & Sour of Motherhood

The past 18 months have been a whirlwind. I didn’t get the easy baby—I got the one who cried through feedings, hated naps, and challenged every ounce of my patience. Mealtime felt like survival.
But slowly, we figured it out. I learned their cues, found what worked (and what didn’t), and celebrated every tiny victory—from a bite without tears to a full night’s sleep.
Now, I see a little human who eats with joy and confidence, and I see a mom—me—who grew just as much. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real. And it was ours.