Like Tosh.0, I am currently immersed in my third much anticipated wardrobe, "Breast-Friendly Tops". This season was immediately preceded by "Maternity Michelle" and "Normal Clothes I Thought I'd Wear Forever". Breastfeeding, while one of my happiest and rewarding activities, has led to an overflowing closet and a collection of slightly misshapen shirts.
In a rookie mistake, I wore a pre-baby black dress to Maika's first pediatrician appointment. This resulted in a Macho Man, Randy Savage-esq seam-shredding scene when she cried out in hunger. Who knew I was so strong?
Every morning is now a creative effort to dress well and have quick access to breast milk. I initially made my husband go to Target and purchase every click and snap, one handed miracle shirt they had. I quickly realized that for a short-waisted Chinese girl, nursing tops are a recipe for disaster. Since then, I have struck a pretty good balance between functional and fashionable.
I have breastfed everywhere, in an Ikea furniture display, balancing on one leg over Maika's car seat on I-495, in front of the Great Apes at the zoo. I never imagined it would mean this much to me or that I would be one of those crazy women with her boob out in public places.
Motherhood is that way, though, it's transformative and unpredictable. It's hard to know who you'll be after you open that door.
As I sit here behind my closed office door, my dress bunched in a crumpled bundle under my neck as I pump, I feel pretty silly, though.
V neck Tee tomorrow. Breast Friendly Tops it is, at least until the cows come home. Three months to go.
Xo,
M
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