I Support You

When I was a Formula Mom, I used to pour formula into Medela bottles, so that the other moms at playgroup thought that it was pumped breastmilk. I felt their eyes on me. I felt shame, and embarrassment. I was different. Now I am a Breast-Feeding Mom, and I get funny looks and nasty stares…

Milk Drunk

I breastfed my newborn son in the Target dressing room today.  My tiny boy, the one who lost ounce after ounce in the hospital, is now over ten pounds.  Why?  Because I have nursed him in restaurants, in the front seat of my car, in the recliner, in bed, on the floor, curled up on…

A Second Chance at Breastfeeding

I stood in a tiny dressing room today, and took off my bra. “You’re going to want a nursing bra that leaves some room for growing” the kind woman yelled through the curtain.  “You can assume that your breasts will be at their largest size about two weeks after baby is born”. I could assume…

Bye-Bye Bottles

There is a deep chasm of fear and failure that separates the mother that I am, and the mother that I long to be. When I was pregnant with Max, I was SO good at parenting that some days I amazed even myself. I took classes on breastfeeding and childbirth at a swanky private boutique…