The Breastfeeding Stories We Don’t Tell (And Why We Should)

When I saw my work featured in Grazia, I felt something shift. Not just the pride of seeing Milk Tales recognised, though that was real and precious. It was the knowledge that this conversation about breastfeeding difficulties, the one I’d been so desperate to have fourteen years ago, was finally happening in spaces where mothers might stumble upon it when they need it most.

The article is called ‘Photographing 25 New Mothers Helped Me Come to Terms With My Breastfeeding Guilt‘, brilliantly written by journalist Mel Hunter who believed in this project and helped bring it to a wider audience. But what strikes me most isn’t my own story within those pages. It’s knowing that somewhere, a mother might read it while sitting in the dim light of a 3am feed, tears streaming, wondering if she’s the only one who feels this broken.

She isn’t. And that’s exactly why these stories matter.

Grazia magazine article titled Photographing 25 New Mothers Helped Me Come to Terms With My Breastfeeding Guilt featuring photographer Valentina Rebeschini

The Silence Around Breastfeeding Difficulties

We’re told that breastfeeding is natural. As if our bodies should simply know what to do, as if struggle indicates failure rather than the complex reality of what breastfeeding actually is.

The statistics tell a different story. Studies consistently show that breastfeeding difficulties are incredibly common. Problems with latching, painful or cracked nipples, mastitis, low milk supply, tongue tie. These aren’t rare complications. They are experiences shared by countless mothers. Yet somehow, we still carry these difficulties in silence, each of us believing we’re alone in our struggle.

The UK has one of the lowest breastfeeding rates in the world. While 81% of mothers start breastfeeding (from the 2010 Infant Feeding Survey, which is the last UK-wide survey), only around 1% exclusively breastfeed to six months as the World Health Organisation recommends. These aren’t just numbers. They’re stories. They’re the mother with cracked, bleeding nipples who was told it was just baby blues. The woman with an undiagnosed tongue tie whose baby couldn’t latch. The mother whose milk didn’t come in as expected, who felt her body had betrayed her.

These are breastfeeding challenges that deserve to be spoken about, not hidden away.

What Happens When We Break the Silence

Creating Milk Tales taught me something unexpected. As I photographed each mother, as I listened to their stories, I began to understand that my experience wasn’t a personal failure. It was part of a much larger pattern, one that had been kept quiet for far too long.

There was Sara, whose story echoed parts of mine so closely that I cried. Not just for her, but for both of us, for all the years we’d each carried that pain alone. And the idea of the crying eye image was born. There was Annie, who breastfed her second son while carrying the memory of her firstborn, Louie, who had passed away at seven months. There was Barbora, feeding her toddler in a café while an older woman told her it was off-putting.

Close-up black and white photograph of crying eye from Milk Tales book representing breastfeeding difficulties and maternal emotion

Each story was different. Some spoke of pain, others of judgement. Some mothers found breastfeeding blissful, while others battled through mastitis, tongue tie, or the exhaustion of feeding around the clock. But what united them was this: they all needed to tell their story. They all needed to be witnessed.

When we share our breastfeeding experiences, something profound happens. The mother who felt alone discovers she isn’t. The woman who blamed herself begins to understand the systems that failed her. The isolation starts to lift.

Related article: Why I Wrote My Breastfeeding Book

The Weight of “Breast is Best”

Public health messaging around breastfeeding often centres on one simple phrase: breast is best. It’s meant to encourage, to inform mothers of the benefits. But for those of us who struggle, those three words can feel like judgment. Like proof of our inadequacy.

I remember the weight of that message in those early weeks with my daughter. After a smooth pregnancy and empowering water birth, I felt strong. Then breastfeeding became agony from the first hour. Hundreds of needles spearing my breast. Cracked, bleeding nipples. My baby drinking my blood with her milk.

The health visitors who came to my home put it down to post-partum blues. They seemed almost deaf to my descriptions of physical pain. Only when Amy began losing weight did they diagnose nipple thrush and suggest formula. My husband couldn’t get to the chemist fast enough.

I needed help, not a reminder that breast was best. I needed someone to say, “This isn’t working, and that’s okay. Let’s find another way.” I know the benefits of breastfeeding are real, both for mother and baby. But the messaging often feels like all or nothing, leaving no room for the middle ground where so many of us find ourselves. And breast is not always best if it’s breaking you, if it’s affecting your mental health during a stage when you’re already emotionally fragile.

Moving Past Breastfeeding Challenges

Fourteen years later, I can say that creating Milk Tales was an act of healing. Not just for me, but I hope for other mothers too. The book isn’t about whether breastfeeding is good or bad. It’s about the painful, complicated, deeply personal reality of it.

Some women in Milk Tales fed for months, others for years. Some eventually found joy in it, others relief and sadness when it ended. What matters isn’t how long they breastfed or whether they used formula. What matters is that they were honest about their experience and that they felt seen.

The Grazia feature means this conversation is reaching further. It means more mothers might discover they’re not alone. It means we’re slowly, collectively, beginning to talk about breastfeeding challenges and difficulties with the honesty they deserve.

If you’re reading this while struggling with feeding, please know: you are not failing. Your body is not broken. Breastfeeding challenges can be complex, difficult, and lonely. Whatever you’re feeling, whether it’s pain or guilt or grief or relief, it’s valid. You’re doing the best you can with what you have, and that is enough.

Perhaps you’ll find yourself in the pages of Milk Tales. Perhaps you’ll simply find a moment to breathe, knowing that somewhere, another mother understands.

That’s why we tell these stories. Not to convince anyone of anything, but to offer what I so desperately needed all those years ago: the simple, powerful knowledge that you are not alone.

Milk Tales: A Journey of Motherhood and Breastfeeding is available on Amazon.

Read the full Grazia feature here.

Milk Tales book cover by Valentina Rebeschini, a photography book about breastfeeding challenges and difficulties and motherhood

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For years I have strived for minimalism in my photos. Even when everyone was putting babies in baskets and flowers and that seemed like the only way to do it.

And lately I have been reflecting on that choice even more. It was right for me then. And it feels even more right now.

Especially in a world where everything is loud, fast and AI-generated. What cuts through all of that is not a prop or a set. It is a moment. A real one.

Holding your baby in your arms. The most precious thing you will ever hold. Staying in that stillness. The way the whole world seems to shrink down to just this, the small weight, the tiny face, this brand new person who has already changed everything in you.

These are the moments I get to witness.
And they never, ever get ordinary.
After 15 years, so much of what I do is on autopilot.

I look for the gorgeous light and read the baby. I know when to wait and when to act. And I do it without thinking.

But the moment someone is beside me, watching, learning, everything slows down. I have to find words for things I stopped noticing years ago. And in doing that, I remember how it felt at the beginning. The insecurities. The fear of getting it wrong. The weight of feeling like you should already know. The comparison with others.

Teaching reminds me how much courage it takes to learn something new and how gently we should treat ourselves while we do.

If you are starting out, in any field, well done. Truly. I know how hard and lonely those first steps can be. But you don’t have to take them alone.

And if you are a photographer thinking about a one to one newborn training day in my Twickenham studio,I would love to be part of your journey.
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Six weeks ago I shared a glimpse behind the scenes of this session. Today, you get to see what we made.

She arrived with her props already chosen.

Nude stockings. The kind her mother wore. The ones women mended rather than replaced.

She knew exactly what she wanted to say. 
My job was simply to hold the space and let her say it.

This is what a portrait session can be. 
Not a makeover or a way to fit an idea of beauty. But a conversation between a woman and her own story, made visible.

Dyana is an artist, activist and doula. She explores identity, the body, and everything that lives between and beyond definition.

I am grateful I had the chance to photograph her.
Tomorrow I have a newborn session and a 1:1 training day with a photographer travelling from Switzerland to spend the day with me.

But before any of that, the work had already started.
It starts with a conversation. Learning about your birth, your family, how things have been since you came home. Then comes the studio prep, making sure the space is warm, clean and ready for someone very new to the world, with attention to every small thing that makes a family feel safe and held.

After 15 years, this is still how I do it. Every time.
That same care is what I pass on when I teach.

If you are a parent looking for a photographer who takes this seriously, or a photographer thinking about training, this is what I stand for.

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She almost didn’t come.

She told me she wasn’t feeling confident. 
That she didn’t know how to pose. 
That maybe I should photograph someone else.

I hear this more than you’d think. From women who are more reserved and introvert but also the ones who are funny and so alive in person. Women who have simply spent too long seeing themselves in a fixed way.

We spent a morning together. Just her, the light, and a space where nothing needed to be fixed or hidden.

The woman in these photos? She was there all along.

If you’ve been telling yourself a similar story, I’d gently ask you this: what if you’re wrong too?
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VALE@PHOTOGRAPHYBYVALENTINA.COM

07577 978246

LONDON NEWBORN & MATERNITY PHOTOGRAPHER

Based in Richmond, I work with families across London to capture life’s most meaningful milestones through portrait photography.