I made it to a year, with no end in sight. I didnt think i would... and it wasnt pretty, but we made it. So, I thought I would feel overwhelmed with satisfaction, but I don't. I thought I would feel proud of myself, but I don't. I struggled with supply and a little boy who was literally, no exaggeration, latched on more than he wasnt. If I got home from work around 430pm, he would be latched for all but about 1/2 hour until 9-930 for the first six months. We struggled... it was literally my entire life... With minimal weight gain. I had read that pierced nipples wouldn't affect nursing, and didnt give it a second thought, since I had been pierced. Twice. Once horizontally and once vertically. Well, I've read recently that piercings can actually block ducts, therefore limiting the amount of milk that can be extracted. I think this is what happened to me. When I thought I had clogged ducts at the beginning, I now feel fairly confident that they were glands that weren't draining. There were a lot of small ones on the left side and at least one large one on the right side. I believe this also made it difficult for my son to get the milk out. Anyhow, I'm glad that I stuck with it and did what I could, but I also have tremendous sadness. And regret. What on earth would possess me to get pierced... Twice?