Last week I answered the door. It was the pizza man. He looked…uncomfortable. I thought maybe I smelled bad? Maybe I had spit up on my shoulder? I closed the door. I looked down. I realized why he looked so…uncomfortable. My boob was hanging out of my shirt because I forgot to put it away after my baby was done feeding and I answered the door. As I stood there thinking about what had just transpired I couldn’t believe it…he forgot to give me the dips!
Breastfeeding has been a challenging journey for me.
Some women have no problem and have Pamela Anderson looking jugs full of milk even before they’ve had their baby. Some women go through hours of torture to literally squeeze out one drop.
The latter was me.
I spent hours researching ways to make me produce more milk (and help me fill out a D-cup). Here’s what I came up with:
I did all of those things, plus skin-to-skin contact (get naked, Mama!), baby wearing, and got proper nourishment, including tons of water.
While all of these things worked well, nothing worked the way these lactation cookies did:
I mentioned breastfeeding wasn’t easy for me, right? It was a hard go right from the beginning. When I was told by a doctor that “not all women were meant to be cows” I nearly gave up. Instead I spent hours researching, days in discomfort (mastitis, thrush, engorgement, cracked and blistered nipples are no joke, friends), and months breastfeeding. So far, I’ve breastfed for a total of 5 years and 3 months, and I’m still going strong!!!!! My breasts may never be the same (in other words, they may never look like they don’t appear in a copy of “National Geographic”), but my choice to breastfeed was the best one that I could have made for myself and my babies.
I wanted to find a way to commemorate the commitment I had made. When I happened upon the idea of “breastmilk jewellery” I knew I had found just the way to do it.
Getting a ring from Margo Bea ( or on Facebook )that was made from my breastmilk has allowed me the reminder of the beautifully difficult journey my babies and I took together. It reminds me to persevere and to be patient. It reminds me to do what I feel is right and what I believe in.
It serves as the physical reminder of the cherished memories I will always hold of nursing my babies, in my heart, forever.
I want to hear your breastfeeding journey! Comment below and share your story!