Ok, yes it is definitely neat that my body makes milk that I can give my baby. I like that I can nourish her with milk that has everything that her little body needs. That is really awesome! (I also like the fact that it's made from the FAT in my body. Keep it coming!)
But there are times, oh yes there are times, when I do NOT like feeling like a cow. As adorable as her little head is on my boob, I would be lying if I said that I didn't some times dread feeding time. And yet it keeps on coming. again. and again.
Hard to believe that these milk-producing sand bags used to be...omg, sexual. If any lay-person could see me now as I go about my day there jaws would be on the ground. Look at Summer, as she cooks her meal, as she vacuums the floor, as she brushes her teeth. Just please don't mind that her boobs are hanging out, laying out of the perfect little hole these fun nursing bras create. (What's the point in covering them up when they're just going to be whipped out for baby's enjoyment in a moment's time?) And what is this crazy machine that she has strapped to her boobs so often throughout the day? The one with the little funnels on the end that suck suck suck your nipples up to drain the milk? It's the breast pump but be careful, you can become mesmerized with watching the humungous nipples being sloshed up through the plexiglass. Very, very sexy.
And if you're visually impaired you will still experience the beauty of being around a breastfeeder. The sour milk smell seems to be a part of my personal cologne now. These bad boys have even started leaking (a new phenomena for those that know I was once milk supply challenged). You may not be able to see the stains on my specially modified shirts, but you sure as hell can smell them!
Oh yes, breastfeeding is a hoot.
But there are times, oh yes there are times, when I do NOT like feeling like a cow. As adorable as her little head is on my boob, I would be lying if I said that I didn't some times dread feeding time. And yet it keeps on coming. again. and again.
Hard to believe that these milk-producing sand bags used to be...omg, sexual. If any lay-person could see me now as I go about my day there jaws would be on the ground. Look at Summer, as she cooks her meal, as she vacuums the floor, as she brushes her teeth. Just please don't mind that her boobs are hanging out, laying out of the perfect little hole these fun nursing bras create. (What's the point in covering them up when they're just going to be whipped out for baby's enjoyment in a moment's time?) And what is this crazy machine that she has strapped to her boobs so often throughout the day? The one with the little funnels on the end that suck suck suck your nipples up to drain the milk? It's the breast pump but be careful, you can become mesmerized with watching the humungous nipples being sloshed up through the plexiglass. Very, very sexy.
And if you're visually impaired you will still experience the beauty of being around a breastfeeder. The sour milk smell seems to be a part of my personal cologne now. These bad boys have even started leaking (a new phenomena for those that know I was once milk supply challenged). You may not be able to see the stains on my specially modified shirts, but you sure as hell can smell them!
Oh yes, breastfeeding is a hoot.
2 comments:
Hi Summer...hope you don't mind me peeping at your blog. I found it when I searched for a pic of a neti pot for my own blog last year,
http://butterflyandmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-12-hours-of-sleep-neti-pot-and.html
and I dug your writing :)
Anyway about the boobage:
It takes some getting used to. my youngest is 6 and when i hold someone else's infant I STILL have the urge to whip out my boob. I too spent months shirtless, flaps open, because, everyone had already seen my enormous areolas, so why bother sogging up a shirt over them? My daughter fed every 45 minutes some days. I was always trying to figure out if the time between feedings was supposed to be between their beginnings or the end of one and the beginning of another! Sometimes, there was no gap. With my son, my body was somewhat more cooperative. I didn't leak and hardly had to pump.
I must confess I could not get over the sad state of my girls after I weaned my son and had what i call "repair and restoration" done when he was 3. Otherwise, I had long A's with 6 inch diameter areolas. It was indeed a necessity.
Good luck to you fellow milkmaid. She'll be eating food before you know it and you will start to miss your forced down time :)
I think that it goes- boobs for nursing and then boobs for sex. Breastfeeding isn't suppose to be sexy it is just functional really.
I had a rough start with BF but now I can safe that I do love it. The ease of it and the 'power' of it. I can calm my baby with just a snap of my nursing bra.
I also am one of those mamas who love that sour smell of a breastmilk spit up. Something sort of lovely and sweet. Yes it is true.
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