The Strength of a Mother: 355 Days of Twin Miracles
When I first saw two heartbeats, I whispered a quiet prayer. I hoped to breastfeed, but I never dared to dream this big. Today marks 355 days of nursing my twin daughters—simultaneously, every single day.

Nearly a year of sleepless nights, endless cluster feeding, and a body that hasn’t truly been “mine.” But when I look in the mirror, I don’t see flaws; I see power. This body carried them, birthed them, and sustained them.

There are days of exhaustion, but then… they reach for each other’s tiny hands mid-feed, or share a secret laugh that melts my soul. It’s a messy, beautiful, and exhausting dance of love.

I’ve never felt more grounded. I’ve never felt more like a Mother. Whether by breast or bottle, feeding is love—and this has been our greatest journey. One year down, a lifetime of love to go.