lactation cookies.

I had never even heard of lactation cookies until one of the moms at MOPS brought me a meal shortly after Carson was born. Shoutout to Tracy for getting me hooked on these.


  • 1 cup butter

  • 1 cup sugar

  • 1 cup firmly packed brown sugar

  • 4 tablespoons water

  • 2 tablespoons flax seed meal

  • 2 eggs

  • 2 cups flour

  • 1 teaspoon baking soda

  • 1 teaspoon salt

  • 3 cups slow rolled oats

  • 2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chunks

  • 2 tablespoons brewer's yeast

  • 1 teaspoon vanilla

  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon


  • Mix the flaxseed meal with water in a small bowl and let sit for 5 minutes.

  • Using a mixer, mix together the butter, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla and eggs. Mix until well-blended.

  • Add in flaxseed and mix until well combined.

  • In a separate bowl, combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon, salt and brewer's yeast. Mix well and add to butter mixture.

  • Stir in oats and chocolate chunks. Mix until well combined.

  • Use a spoon to scoop out cookies and place on a cookie sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for 12-13 minutes or until slightly browned on the top.

I like to freeze cookie dough balls and make 3-4 at a time fresh (bake frozen for 15 minutes instead of 12-13).

on breastfeeding and being human.

where my heart residesIt's morning and cold and our breaths are in sync, two of his for every one of mine, in and out with the rhythm of the sound of the heater, set to 70 this time of year because I refuse to bundle him up in extra layers inside the house. My toes are tucked snugly under the burnt orange duvet cover, my back against the headboard, the lights off. My eyes are half-closed, as are his, and he eats slowly, blissfully, freely. We are skin to skin and it's the time of day that I feel most connected to this little soul that once grew inside my belly.

We are both quiet and content and he needs me and I need him and together we are human.

And I can't stop thinking of the amazing-ness of it, the miracle of it, that my body grew him and now sustains him. I can't stop thinking of God's goodness and perfect, intricate design for motherhood. I am in complete awe of what my body has done and continues to do, this life giving life.

And despite the first two painful weeks, the ugly nursing bras, the pumping, and the fact that I can't be away from him for too long, this life giving life is worth all of it.

Because he needs me and I need him and together, breastfeeding, we are human.