Signs You’re a Breastfeeding Mom
If you’re a breastfeeding mom, was or even a part time (you do formula as well), I’m sure you can relate to this list.
These are all things I’ve experienced from breastfeeding all three of my boys.
- When it’s time to nurse your baby, you touch your boobs to feel which side is “fuller” because you cant remember which side you nursed from last. Maybe I’m the only one who does this, but when Joel starts crying for the boob, no matter where I am I will literally stick my hand down my shirt to feel for the bigger boob.
- You can never post any photos of yourself sleeping with your baby because one boob is completely out. My poor husband has so many precious photos of me sleeping with all my kids when they’re babies, that he cant share with anyone because one of my girl friends are hanging out my milk drunk kid’s mouth. Also whenever his colleagues from work ask for photos of the baby, he just directs them to my Instagram page because scrolling through his phone is just too risky.
- You’ve publicly been out with a huge wet stain on your shirt from an unnoticed let down. I’ve become better at wearing breast pads, but there are some days that I’m just too busy to remember to put it on, and of course I have a let down and I’m walking around with a big ole’ wet stain in my shirt. Maybe I should keep a change of clothes in my diaper bag for myself along with the baby’s.
- You’ve obsessed about your milk supply. Don’t lie, we all did! I mean I did the whole 9 yards, lactation cookies, lactation smoothies, power pumping. And the thing is, I’ve never had a milk supply issue, but being the worrywart that I am, I thought if I didn’t pump, or put an adequate amount of brewers yeast in my Steel cut Oatmeal, My milk supply would diminish. Now I seriously pump JUST when I’m at work, or if I had a glass of
wine(I don’t know why I said wine, I hate wine. Maybe because it made me sound fancy and ladylike) glass of BEER. Cheers to bedtime! hahalactation cookies ⬆️ my milk stash back from when I FIRST started pumping ?⬆️ milk stash relocated to the deep freezer several weeks later ⬆️ I’m now at 700+ oz!!
- You understand that the first 2 weeks of breastfeeding is brutal. Now you got nips of steel. Seriously I don’t care what ANYONE says, the first 2 weeks of breastfeeding is hard. So many lactation consultants would say “if it hurts, baby is not latched correctly”. You go from having only your husband caressing your nipples to hopefully induce labor, to having a tiny human being, stuck on it for like 23 hours a day. It’s going to hurt until you get use to it, or what I like to say, until you’ve developed scar tissue on it, aka: “nips of steel”.
- You base your outfit choices on what’s the easiest to nurse your baby in. I seriously ask myself, “can I breastfeed easily in this?”. If not, I won’t wear it, no matter how cute it is. One time I wore a dress that literally required me to completely unzip the dress, take my arms out just to nurse the baby, yeah that dress is not being worn for awhile. Another time I had to pull my dress up from the bottom just so he could nurse, that dress is also now resides in the back of my closet.this outfit ⬆️ I had to literally unzip myself in the restaurant so I could nurse him. First and last time I wore it.
- You use to be so nervous to breastfeed in public, Now you whip it out just about anywhere. I applaud the mamas who nurse without a cover and can literally just whip it out, no seriously when I see you, I’ll high five you. But When I first started breastfeeding I was so nervous to do it in public. With my first son I would seriously bring formula with me so I wouldn’t have to nurse him in public. That’s probably why I only breastfed for 2 months. With my second son, if we were out in public, I’d look for the most secluded place to nurse him (with a cover may I add). As he got older, I started to not care and nurse him anywhere. And now with my third, I don’t care where I am, who’s around, or who’s looking, If my baby is hungry I’m going to nurse him. Thanks to my coveredgoods I have this type of confidence.