I breastfed Patience for a year. I had awesome boobs and my greedy-guts child had no problems whatsoever latching. I am lucky because I’ve heard horror stories about babies not latching or milk not producing. That is one extra stress I am grateful to have missed. I didn’t go out much once Patience was born for a few reasons. One, I have social anxiety and had used up all my party energy while in my teens. Another reason was my then fiancé preferred the company of alcoholic teenage girls. The last reason being I had no one in my life at that time that was trustworthy enough to watch another human being. The company we kept would have traded her for magic beans. When…