I first read about the evils of using your cell phone while breastfeeding from an article I was reading on my cell phone . . . while I was breastfeeding. It was back in September, when I was just a few months shy of my one-year anniversary of nursing my baby (also known as her first birthday). I was damn proud of that accomplishment, and although I didn't want to let some flash-in-the-pan headline [1] undermine the wonderful thing I was providing for my infant, I also couldn't help but click it.

It was a mistake.

I didn't need an expert with multiple PhDs to tell me that checking email on my iPhone while nursing wasn't ideal.

I live in the world. I know the things.

It makes perfect sense that if I'm distracted, I might not pick up on cues from my newborn that they're hungry or full or poorly latched or choking or dying or dead. I. Get. It. I understand this fact of life just like I do that having a glass of wine before I realized I was pregnant [2] was a big-time no-no. And I'm aware of that as much as I am how arguing in front of my kids will turn them into high-strung sociopaths . . . or was that effective mediators [3]? Oh, that's right: two different studies revealed two different outcomes on that one.

And this week — months after my now-toddler weaned off of breastmilk completely, I didn't need yet another wave of headlines about the dangers of "brexting [4]" — a term the internet coined so that moms could more easily shame other moms for partaking in the practice without wasting valuable characters on Twitter — to fill up my news feed as if I didn't get the memo the first time around.

Yes, breastfeeding is a miraculous time to be cherished, but the essence of "time" is a bit relative when it's happening every three hours, for upwards of an hour a pop, around the clock.

In those first few months, moms are exhausted. They need a distraction — from the pain, from the monotony, from their cluttered thoughts. They've also got a lot on their plates. So if they decide to reply to an email, read an article about a study that confirms that moms who read articles are better moms, or take a "Which <b>Friends</b> Character Are You?" quiz, they are just trying to stay on top of that living, breathing to-do list that they're currently feeding with life-saving milk.

That doesn't mean breastfeeding is a form of torture we need reprieve from. I loved nursing my daughter [5] — it's legitimately one of my life's greatest joys. But I also love television, which is why I spent many a session with earbuds and an iPad cued up to Netflix (it's called "breastflixing," FYI [6]). Although no study will come to my house to confirm it, the result of all this is a very happy kid who's pretty smitten with her mildly absentee mother.

I might be done breastfeeding, but if I ever have another child in all this free time, I can guarantee that while that baby is on my breast, my phone will be in my hand.

I'm a mom, yes, but I'm also human, and I won't apologize for being so.