"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Danielle is a wife and proud mom to daughter, Emery. She has a career in public relations and loves bringing people together, especially under the shared bond of motherhood. As a Colorado native, Danielle loves spending her free time enjoying the great outdoors with her family and two dogs. You can read more from Danielle here.
"My sister sat on the couch with me as I painstakingly tried to pump through severe engorgement, and as she rubbed my shoulders, encouraging me to make it through just one more feeding session, I broke down in tears and told her I was so sorry. She looked at me shocked. Why, exactly, was I apologizing?"
