I wrote this post 3 years ago and it made me smile today because I’m experiencing many of these same adventures in breastfeeding the 4th time around. (Updated 2/18/15)
Sometimes I rush up the stairs to answer the door and at the last minute I realize it would probably be best if I put my shirt down.
Other times I am watching the clock, willing baby to nurse just a wee bit faster, asking the kids to put on their shoes in the meantime, and then hurriedly closing the clasps on my bra as I arrive at my destination (or, honestly, some time later after walking around for who knows how long with them undone).
I’ve been at a friend’s house and had her discretely hand over a nursing pad after I’ve stood up, politely asking “Is this yours?”
I have been guilty of wondering if I could get away with wearing a shirt after a bit of morning leakage because I only have so many that fit.
My husband said to me the other day, “I got up to shower, looked over, and there was you, the baby, and your breast hanging out.” This was never the case with baby #1 or #2, but I finally figured out how to nurse lying down!
I am proud of my new found ability to stand, walk, lie down, sleep, and rush to stop a kid from breaking something while simultaneously nursing a baby.
I can breastfeed and attend a twitter party.
Baby went with us out to dinner and the movies at three weeks and I discreetly nursed him over salads, then during the movie, without once feeling awkward or out of place.
Nursing isn’t always perfect, pretty, or convenient. It can certainly be an adventure in patience and multi-tasking. It is also unbelievably sweet and rewarding. Not to mention it wills the pounds away.
Just for fun, here’s some new photos of Kai and Ezra. Can you believe Kai will be 6 weeks on Thursday?