I don’t drink milk. I’ll drink milkshakes. I’ll eat cheese. I just won’t drink milk. I quit drinking milk after my first child was born. I didn’t bother trying to understand why I just couldn’t bring myself to drink it any more. I just stopped drinking milk. Eighteen years later, I think it just dawned on me that I quit drinking milk when I was breastfeeding my child. It’s probably too late to work past whatever craziness in my head made me quit drinking milk, but it’s nice to realize the cause of this particular quirk.
I believe in breastfeeding. I breastfed each of my children for more than a year. I breastfed with one arm while pushing a grocery cart with the other arm. I would feed my baby anywhere, anytime. I wouldn’t hide in a bathroom to feed my baby. I refused schedules and breast pumps. I am so pro-breastfeeding, it is bizarre a glass of milk looks completely unappealing to me.