What does it mean to be a born-again breastfeeder, you might ask? Well, after the struggles I had with my first pregnancy, I was a skeptic when it came to breastfeeding Charlotte. Would this baby be able to latch, or would she have the same issues with it that Garrett had? Would she take to it right away, or would I be up strategizing with a lactation consultant in the wee hours of the night again? Would I produce enough milk, or would I need to be prepared to supplement like I did with Garrett? Would the pain be so unbearable those first few weeks (I still physically cringe just thinking about it), and would I be able to get through it? Would she be colicky like her big bro and send me into a spiral of anxiety and guilt over it?…All of these questions swirled around in my mind on and off for the better part of 9 months (ok, ok, 10 months if we’re being technical), and a funny thing happened. She was born, and mama was born-again.