(Today I welcome Cristi from Easy Being Mom for today's Friday Frenzy post. She started her blog as a form of writing through the craziness that is being a stay-at-home-mom, so I could immediately relate to her posts. Her blog is cute, funny and full of stories that make you realize you aren't alone in this world when it comes to parenting. Definitely check her out!! ~Tatted Mom)
Time to Burn My Nursing Bra
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It’s finally
happened, after over 4 years of nursing my two boys I have moved past the
nursing stage! It really feels like
forever since my boobs were my own; my littlest boy took some time to get the
idea of nursing but once he started he never wanted to stop! He’s nearly three now and the only reason
he’s not still nursing is because the little bugger bit me so hard that my left
breast ached for days. He wasn’t happy
about it but adjusted surprisingly quickly; it took about three days for me to
be able to hold him without worrying about having my clothes ripped off and my
boob mangled!
You know
it’s time to stop nursing when the baby (toddler!) is able to access the food
supply on his own. No matter what shirt
I wore or which bra, he was somehow able to worm himself in there. It was only when I had a sweatshirt on that
he was truly stymied (but who wants to wear a sweatshirt all summer, even when
it’s the crappiest summer we’ve had in a long time!)
So now I’m
free. My husband asked me the other day
if I felt less connected to my boy now that he
wasn’t nursing, I thought about
it (for 2 seconds) and decided that no, I’m fine. It’s actually nicer for me to be able to hold
him without worrying about flashing everyone unintentionally. He’s still little enough that cuddling is
sweet, but he’s far too big to be getting any kind of real sustenance from
breast milk.
Now I face
the daunting task of buying new undergarments.
Before I got pregnant, I was lucky enough to be a perfectly shaped 36-C, which meant that I would just walk to the rack, find a pretty bra, grab my size
and walk away. Now that I’ve fed these
two boys for four years, I have no idea what size I need, much less what style
would look decent on my poor, saggy boobs.
I know for a
fact that they have shrunk. A lot. The v-neck shirts that I used to wear are
practically indecent now and must be worn with some sort of covering garment
underneath. I think that I’m going to
have to bite the bullet and go to a specialty store where they actually measure you!
You would
think that by now I would be used to strangers seeing my boobs. I’ve fed my children in restaurants, gas
stations, doctor’s offices, parking lots and bookstores. I stopped being embarrassed about it a long
time ago (truthfully I was never all that nervous at the start, they were still
beautiful then. After that I was just
too tired to care.) but there’s something different about proudly breastfeeding
in public versus standing in some dark dressing room with a stranger holding a
tape measure!
Maybe I’m
more worried about the tape measure numbers than I am about the lady reading
them. I loved my pre-baby boobs; they
were super. I think that the only way to
get them back would be to eat nothing but cookies, chocolate and candy (oh
wait, I do that now!) so I could gain a lot of weight. Unfortunately, when I lost weight years ago I didn’t lose it from my bust so I’m not
going to bank on any weight gain returning there! If I did try to chunk up, it would be just my
luck that the weight would go straight to my waist and I’ll die before I’m able
to do a decent sit-up.
Hopefully
I’ll get to the store and they’ll have at least one pretty bra in whatever-size-I-am-now
(probably 38-A minus) but whatever happens with the evil tape-measure lady I’m
still very glad to be getting rid of my nursing bra. I might keep a few of those nursing camisole
shirts just for fun but I guess it’s time to start being a lady again instead
of the rarely-showered-barely-dressed mother that I’ve become rather fond of
being!
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Cristi is a stay-at-home mom with two little boys. Her life is full of trucks and trains, music and mess, love and laughter. She likes to find the funny in life and share the wild and wacky things that happen in her world as she tries to raise her boys on the family farm surrounded by aunts, uncles, and grandparents. She blogs at www.easybeingmom.com and can be found on Twitter @gambacourtc and Facebook (EasyBeingMom).
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Buying a bra that fits is life changing! Seriously. I was WAY off before being properly fitted.
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