I struggled with whether to write this post, and how to write it, and whether to post this picture.
I’ve decided to do so because it’s part of my motherhood journey, a road that has all kinds of hooks and turns and rocky patches.
But this picture tears at my heart.
It’s of my baby girl at two months old, struggling with food allergies—specifically, food in my breastmilk that she was allergic to. I had no idea that the collection of red bumps and scars, facial swelling, and the blood in her diaper were from the food I was eating.
So often as mothers, it feels like we’ve got the entire family on our back and we are teetering across a balance beam, trying to balance the load, struggling not to fall. If mama goes down, everybody goes down.