Since the dawn of time, or at least during my 31 trips around the sun, it seems as though mothers near and far have been trying to crack the code of the “perfect family.” Let’s get one obvious thing out of the way: there is no such thing as the perfect family. I think we all innately understand that determining

I was born a worrier. The intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, and anxiety started at a very young age and never really subsided. As the years passed, I learned how to cope with this internal war in different ways. Some healthy, like prescribed medication, therapy, and meditation- and some not so healthy (hello binge-drinking college years). But at the end of

“Give me the baby” my aunt demanded as I handed her my four-month-old daughter. My aunt was meeting my daughter for the first time at a small family gathering. My baby immediately began to cry, and I reached out to take her back. My aunt stepped back telling me forcefully “she is fine.” I awkwardly laughed and responded with “she

I thought weaning my son would be dreadful. In my head, the few moments I allowed myself to even think about it, I pictured screaming and crying and pleading and me having to say “no” to a tear-stained little face.  The reality is: it was dreadful. Just not for my son. When my son turned 1, I realized we were

Six weeks postpartum was that magical milestone when I expected to be back to feeling like myself. I had my final appointment with my midwife scheduled and was told I would likely be cleared to resume normal activity. I took that to mean that I would be able to do hard workouts and run again. I would be ready to

I spent the months before my baby was born immersed in books about breastfeeding. It was a completely foreign concept to me. Sure, I had seen people breastfeed, but that was the extent of my knowledge. As I started to read about the incredible benefits, I also found myself wide-eyed as I learned about everything that could go wrong. Breastfeeding

As I sat down to enjoy lunch with my toddler after finally getting her 2-week-old sister to sleep, the baby promptly woke up screaming with a painful bout of gas and then had a huge diaper blowout. As I rushed off to clean her, I looked over and saw my toddler quietly eating alone, looking down at her plate. She

I chose to do every single nighttime feed for my first baby, as well as handle nearly all nighttime wakeups until she was 12 months old. Let me be clear, I do not wear this as some badge of honor and this article is not a “how-to”. This is more of a “how not to” because the thing I learned

Did you know that 80% of the Americans who left the workforce in September 2020 were women? With schools switching to remote learning and social distancing mandates held in every state, it’s no surprise that the responsibility to make last-minute accommodations this past year mainly fell on mothers. Needless to say, we here at Latched Mama were no exception. As

It’s easy to assume that breastfeeding is universally accessible to all mothers, but in reality, this sentiment could not be further from the truth. Although breastfeeding rates in America have continued to rise over the past several decades, when we break down the demographics behind this upward trend, we start to spot some startling inequities.  For example, the breastfeeding initiation