by Nicole Salawy
​Lebanon

My motherhood journey started with a dream. A picture of me cuddled with my baby while they breastfeed peacefully with our eyes locked on to one another. But that was a dream and not reality. Like any mother, I had imagined breastfeeding my son, and how magical and peaceful it would look. I always felt it would come naturally. To my shock, when it was time to feed my son, it was not like I had imagined in my head at all.

​by Iman Saade
Lebanon Group

My breastfeeding journey with my son began easily and effortlessly. This is the second baby I have nursed, having nursed my daughter past one year. I was a pro and had always had an abundance of milk.

by Kartika Surja
LLL Hong Kong Island Group

I grew up in an ethnically Chinese family in Jakarta, Indonesia, and moved to Singapore for my university degree. I worked there for six years before I followed my husband to Hong Kong due to his job relocation. Barely three months in Hong Kong, I found myself pregnant. This joyful news quickly turned into a stressful period. ​