For starters … let me say, I’ve been hungry in fact, starving for the last 365-plus days since breastfeeding the twins. The hunger is uncontrollable. When we first brought them home, now a year ago … the Summer Olympics, Michael Phelps, and his diet were all over the news. I could have beaten Michael hands down in an eating competition during the first few months of their little lives. One word: starving! And for the past year, I can remember feeling “full” just about six times. Honestly.

Perhaps, I should also mention I have zero medical training nor am I a licensed nutritionist. I guess what I am saying, is in many eyes, I am no expert. BUT what I will say is I have been actively–daily–hourly—breastfeeding my twins for 365-plus days of their lives. So maybe, I have a little “hands on” experience.

When I was pregnant with the twins I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was going to breastfeed. I breastfed my first for fifteen-plus months. So I knew the do’s and dont’s. I thought I kind of knew what to expect. And boy, was I ever wrong! If you Google “breastfeeding twins,” there are a few options that will pop up. In most breastfeeding/nursing books or magazines, they have devoted a chapter or two to the subject of twins. There isn’t really a lot of info to find, so my knowledge was vague to say the least. So without a lot of knowledge … I thought to myself, I can handle it—“What’s one more—right?”

Well, that above thought or statement, as to date, has been the biggest understatement of my life.

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(original article by Kellie Tate)