"I was one of the LUCKY ones, I put lucky in capitals for a reason. I was lucky because I had support. I had an amazing partner who held my hand when I cried and fed my baby through gritted teeth, I had a mum who was there every step of the way telling me it will get better and suggesting I stick my nipples in the sun for a bit to toughen them up (better than the wire brush option she was given as a young breast feeding mother) I was constantly SUPPORTED and up-lifted by those around me on my breastfeeding journey. I was LUCKY because I didn’t have inverted nipples, I was LUCKY because I never had crippling mastitis, I was LUCKY because my baby thrived on my breast milk, I was LUCKY because my child wasn’t allergic to my own milk I produced for that child, I was LUCKY because I had a great milk supply without having to supplement myself with anything (though I did love a good lactation cookie), I was LUCKY that I didn’t have an illness that stopped me breastfeeding, I was LUCKY that I didn’t have to go back to work and keep up with pumping. Sometimes it does come down to luck. I remember when I put so much work into getting Rocky to sleep and people would say oh you’re so lucky he’s such a content little baby and I would be all “I worked damn hard to have a content baby luck has nothing to do with it.” I am now older and wiser and I know that luck does have something to do with it because I now have friends who have tried it all and their kid just doesn’t sleep, shit, they did the mahi but still didn’t get the treats".