Bosom buddies

Our internet connection problem has been fixed, hooray!
In the meantime I've been baking a lot, cleaning more than usual and reading nearly enough.

Last week we had our monthly sling meet up and I brought Hubby to run after The Captain so I could focus on wraps and chats. This was one of my smarter decisions in a while.

The Captain ran around with daddy for a few hours and both of them had lots of fun. Then she got tired and wanted milky snuggles. I sat down on the sofa beside a mama I know from breastfeeding support groups, but haven't really chatted to one-to-one. As we fed our little and slightly-less-little ladies, we started talking. It started off with the usual baby and baking chit-chat, but before I knew it we were talking about our families, pasts and hopes for the future.

The topic of breast pads getting lost into clothing came up. I sympathised and said mine roll into a sausage and travel into the bottom of my bra. This brought on an understanding;"Ah, still leaking. She is a boob monster, I suppose. That'll probably be me in a while too." No judgement to the fact that my toddler feeds on demand, no uncomfortable silence at my confession that I had to hand express the last time I brought Captain to play and she was too busy for milk for longer than usual. The last time I sat down to nurse in the same venue, beside another mother, I got the "Oh, on the boob. You won't be going to feed her on her lunch breaks when she goes to school, will you?" I mentioned this, and all I got this time was a comment on how sad it is, that people feel the need to comment on the duration of anyone's nursing relationship.

This mom is definitely amongst my breastfeeding heroes.
She is a great support to every mom around her, leading by a lovely, gentle example.
So when the breastfeeding support groups come up with some sort of Nursing Genie Awards, I'll be the first one nominating her. Meanwhile I'll just enjoy the happiness that meeting lovely people like her brings me.

If you have fed your baby for longer than you expected, or longer than those around you did, you will understand why this little meeting meant as much to me as it did. If you're starting out feeding your first little bundle, the best bit of advise I can give you is to find your village. Surround yourself with moms who are fluent in boob. The ones who let you be the parent you are, with no judgement. The ones who understand, when you have chocolate for breakfast between a leap and a teething. The ones who make you feel like a superwoman.

Happy boobing!