It’s both a ironic and a true title. I’ve been breastfeeding my little one since she was born, 23 months ago. I’ve nursed on demand, we’ve co-slept (still do), I’ve nursed (and pumped) on planes, in restaurants, in malls, at friend’s houses, outdoors, and at my husband’s awful relatives. Breastfeeding was something I’d never considered before becoming pregnant, but has changed my life, as this miracle daughter has. It has been the single most difficult endeavor and eventually, the most natural, I’ve ever experienced. It’s time-consuming, painful at times, really painful occasionally (teething, ouchies), and a personal choice it seems everyone feels they are entitled to comment on when they often don’t understand it. What a roller coaster! And there seems no sign of the ride ending soon….