I always knew I would breastfeed my babies. I always knew I would love it. I knew I would get joy out of snuggling my baby while giving her the best food possible, and I would get to finally catch up on some reading since newborns spend a ton of time nursing. I am an OBGYN so I had some insight. I thought it was something I would be pretty perfect at doing. After all, I grew up surrounded by breastfeeding women in the early 1980s; in fact, I don’t think I ever saw formula until I was in high school, and a friend’s sister had a baby and fed with formula. The thought of using formula instead of breastfeeding never crossed my mind. Plus, during pregnancy, I heard my mom recount how lovely breastfeeding was, how she had such an abundance of milk that she leaked all the time and even donated milk to the NICU at Vanderbilt for premature babies. She recalled a sense of relaxation with the oxytocin surge and let down. So I was pretty sure I came from good breastfeeding stock and would rock nursing like my mom did. It was one of the things I anticipated with great excitement during my pregnancy! I couldn’t wait to nurse my baby girl.