After giving birth, I had more breast milk than I needed. I decided to donate it to a milk bank, helping fragile babies in NICUs. My sister, Lara, had recently had a baby and hadn’t breastfed. When she found out, she demanded it for her son.
“I love my nephew, but I won’t give up my dream,” I said. She stormed out, furious.
Days later, our mother called: Lara was overwhelmed, exhausted, and struggling with Nathan. I went to see her. She admitted she hadn’t expected formula to be so hard, and that she’d panicked. We apologized to each other, quietly, and talked.
The milk bank allowed me to keep a portion for her. I gave her ten bags. Nathan thrived. Over time, Lara slowly relactated, eventually breastfeeding him fully.
Months later, she donated her first milk to the bank. The sister who once accused me of selfishness was now saving other babies too.
Motherhood isn’t about doing it all one way—it’s about showing up, loving big, and helping each other.
