There are so many things you imagine you will be and do as a mom. Three years ago if I were to tell myself that I would have made my own baby food, cloth diapered, and donated my milk I would have thought I was crazy. You just never know what kind of woman motherhood will turn you into.

Two months ago a friend on Facebook was asking for milk donations for her girlfriend who was due with her third child in a few short weeks. Since I have been blessed with a large milk supply I thought, “Hey I could pump for this woman!” It seemed strange at first pumping milk for a woman (and baby) I didn’t know. It was even harder to fit in an extra pump session managing two children, especially since my baby was still nursing so often. The only time I had was usually later at night before bed when I was already exhausted. So many times I just wanted to say, “Forget this!” and go to bed. Why had I offered to do this? The only thing I knew about this woman was that she had no milk ducts and was having a boy.

In those late nights God did a work on my hardened heart and I began to pray for this sweet little baby and his mama. I prayed for her health and comfort in these last weeks of pregnancy. I prayed for this baby boy, that he would be strong and healthy and this milk would help him thrive. I also thanked God that I was able to nurse both of my sons. That I was blessed with so much and never had to worry or stress about low supply or a baby that wasn’t thriving. But most of all I thanked the Lord for this mom who wanted so badly to provide her son with the best possible start at life.

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Now I don’t write this to honk my own horn. If I had been in charge I would have given up a few days in. But then I would have missed the amazing blessing it was to be humbled and know what it is to truly serve another without expecting anything in return.

I was able to finally meet this woman in person and you can read my post I donated my breast milk: a meeting I will never forget on MomsLA.

Have you ever considered donating your breast milk?


Kate Wilkinson is a wife to an amazing man who loves to cook (yes she knows she’s lucky!) and is blessed to be a stay at home mom to her two very active boys, Little Man and Punkin. Come join her adventure to maintain sanity while she juggles VERY energetic boys, housework that never seems to end, and the occasional date night that isn’t thwarted by falling asleep in the movie theatre. When mommy brain allows Kate blogs at about family, faith and the funny things in between. It may be hard living in LA but she’s a modern mom doing it the old-fashioned way.

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4 Responses to I donated my breast milk: a humbling experience that brought me to my knees

  1. That is an amazing story. I had the fortune of being able to use some milk donated by a friend for a short while before having to turn to formula. With my second son I had enough excess that I donated to a local milk bank in Irvine, but never met the mom or moms who were able to use it. Many people think it’s gross, but I think any mom who can do it is a superhero.

    • That’s awesome Angela! It’s so nice to see whom you are donating to and know that your milk is helping a mom that can’t breastfeed. Happy to hear the milk production wasn’t a problem the second time around. Saves so much money when you don’t have to buy formula. ;)

  2. What a great story! I tried to donate breastmilk after my son passed away thinking that it would be healing for me but in the end it was just too emotional and I couldn’t do it. Since then I’ve always loved hearing stories about donating breastmilk though because I understand what a huge difference it can make.

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