Not Too Ugly Nursing Wear!

Actually, Hadley Stilwell’s designs are very flattering and simple, perfect for back to work. Since it seems close to impossible to find nursing tops that are not hideous or that don’t stretch out in weird unnatractive ways, I thought I would feature these. They also have a great black jacket that looks like it could be a staple.

Read Full Post »

The Boob Where?

I’m not sure if you’ve seen the show Futurama, but there was a great bit in an old episode. The main character, Philip Fry, (who is human) moves in with Bender (who is a robot). And Fry asks Bender, “where’s the bathroom?”

Bender: “The What-room?”

Fry: “The bathroom.”

Bender: “The Room-what?”

Fry: “The bathroom.”

Bender: “The What-What?”

I always thought that was hilarious. A few years later, on an episode of SNL, Keenan Thompson, playing a woman said, “whoa. It’s hot in here. I need some paper towels for my underboobs!”

I said: “What boobs?”

My husband said, “Underboobs.”

Me: “Boobs-what?”

My husband: “Underboobs!”

Me “Where-what?”

But now I know what underboobs are. Speaking of, we need to stock up on some paper towels.

Read Full Post »

What flavor are YOU?

So we had a six year old visiting us this weekend, and he was very curious about the baby. He wanted to touch her and hold her and read to her and feed her half his slice of pizza.

When told that she only eats milk, he asked, “what’s her favorite flavor?”

I was stumped for a moment.

“I like strawberry,” he said. “If she drinks only milk, maybe it’s best if she has chocolate one day, and strawberry the next. Otherwise she’ll get bored.”

Duly noted.

Read Full Post »

Really?

I still can’t believe that my body makes milk.

I know, I know, most natural thing in the world, et cetera.

But until a few months ago, I still associated milk with super market aisles.

And every time I pump milk, I’m like, “holy cow, look at that!”

Read Full Post »

Liquid Diamonds

I always sort-of gagged when I saw the expression “liquid gold” to describe “mother’s milk.” It’s just too precious and cutesie and oh, gag me it’s all too saccharine sweet for pink-adorable-little-baby.

But then last night, my husband did a night feeding, and left over an ounce of milk out in a bottle on the counter top… to rot and turn to ick. I was so furious. I found myself saying to him, “this is like liquid gold, honey. You wouldn’t just throw out a bar of gold, would you?!”

He just looked at me like I was crazy. He’ll never know how difficult it is to drink glass upon glass of water and juice, to eat and eat even as I’m trying (and completely failing) to lose weight all in order to “keep up my milk supply.” Mine will vanish if I so much as forget to eat lunch, so I am vigilant. And, fortunately, it’s Girl Scout Cookie season.

Maybe it’s just the gold part of the expression that bugs me so much. I’m more of a silver girl really. Or perhaps it’s diamonds I love to think of… yes, diamonds will do.

Read Full Post »

Poot City

Can I tell you something personal? It’s kinda gross. Since I became pregnant I’ve had a problem with… farting. Yes, now I regularly sound like my obnoxious younger brother at a Boy Scout retreat.

I have tried to vary what I eat (one day I ate only carbs to see if it helped… nope!) I have cut out broccoli and other harsh leafy greens, given up beans; no luck. I wonder if it could possibly, possibly have anything to do with the whole pregnancy/breastfeeding thing. I do know it’s fairly normal to have a pooty behind during pregnancy, but after?

Why does no one talk about this? (Ha, maybe I can guess). Does this happen to everyone? Is it just me? Am I in fact cursed with (as my mother calls it) the Farting Gene?!

Read Full Post »

Wine Time

I had an Aunt named Gracie who was know for saying “four o’ clock–wine time!” at that exact time each day. Gracie was a lot of fun. Everyone liked her.

However, as I am usually up from two a.m. until eight a.m. with the small creature as she wails and wants to eat and spits up and wants to eat and wails, I feel like wine by ten a.m. So, the new phrase is clearly “ten o’ clock–wine time!”

If only, if only…

Read Full Post »

Milkies Really Work

My breastfeeding outfits aren't this nice...

So, I bought these Milkies because my mother told me I had to a hectored me until I did. They are a new version of something she used, which she called a French Cup, and said looked like a donut for the boob. This one is larger than that, and perhaps not as comfortable.

Well, not everyone has this problem, but my let down makes about an ounce of milk at least, soaking through a nursing pad, my bra, my robe, and onto the MyBrest Friend. So, Milkies have saved me a few extra loads of laundry, for which I am always grateful.

Just don’t pull the rookie mistake I did, and allow baby to fall asleep at the breast then lean over to put her to sleep in her bassinett only to spill milk from unsucked breast’s Milkie all over her, her sheets, pad, matress, and of course, wake her up. Just don’t do THAT.

Read Full Post »

Playing Favorites

We’re getting the hang of breastfeeding one milk-sprayed session at a time. She’s getting enough so that we can feed less expressed milk, but not enough that we can just do the breast milk. Mainly, this is because she only likes one boob. Funnily enough, her father prefers the other. Perhaps they made a pact, “OK, you can do this breastfeeding thing, but only on that boob. the other one’s mine.”

My lactation consultant said it’s actually quite common for babies to prefer one breast to the other. So strange. It’s like preferring this Starbucks on the right side of the street to that other Starbucks on the left. Except in this case, both Starbucks have the same crummy barista.

Read Full Post »

Milk, Milk, Everywhere

After breastfeeding this afternoon, I found a huge milk stain on my outer thigh. How in all-that-is-holy did it get there? And then I found another by my BUTT. What, does it migrate through the air before it finds a place to settle down and wet? I swear I have done five loads of laundry since yesterday. This is getting ridiculous.

I just keep telling myself: you’ll get the hang of this, you’ll get the hang of this… and if you don’t we’ll cover the furniture with plastic.

Read Full Post »