How To Dress When You’re Leaking, Er… Breastfeeding
When pregnant with Baby Girl, I was totally open to breastfeeding or formula or any manageable combo. I figured I’d try to attach Baby to Boob, and if it worked? Brilliant.
If not - I was raised on formula, and Mama’s standards are good enough (OK, mostly a reach) for me.
Fast forward to D - Day!
My first feeding choice… wasn’t even a choice.
In light of a couple scares post-22-hour failed labor + emergency C, I snuggled with Baby Girl for a glorious 15 minutes before the nurses whisked her away to the nursery.
I mumbled acquiescence (or maybe Husby did), and off she went for formula. Seven hours later and two? maybe three? feeds later, my darling Baby Girl returned to my arms.
And then I felt it.
A totally foreign but utterly primal desire to feed her.
Not from a bottle, but from me.
… So I did. I just stuck her mouth on my boob, and shocking no one more than me - it worked. There was immediate latching, no pain, and a stunning release of oxytocin that I’d missed by failing to deliver vaginally.
I know that women’s nursing experiences are all over the map; so I share this story not with smugness, but with shock. I was so noncommittal in my preferences (and maybe even looked forward to sharing bottle responsibility with Husby), but I fell so bonkers-in-love with nursing that I couldn’t stop… finally weaning her 13 months later - well into my 2nd pregnancy - and only upon my OB’s urging.
I was so addicted to nursing that I rarely pumped, even when returning to the office after 4 months. I nursed @ 8am before running out the door, sprinted home (literally) @ noon to feed her from the comfort of my couch (while inhaling lunch myself), and then my phenomenal nanny strolled her to my office for a 4pm feed. Dinners & drinks I planned either before or after her 8/8:30pm feed.
In retrospect, those were crazy(!!) days filled with wild hyperscheduling and master planning. Trying to coordinate feedings, naptimes & meetings while committing to inconvenience my colleagues not one bit… was just nuts. Throw in a particularly snowy winter and a once-in-a-lifetime institutional overhaul @ my office, and I pretty much lost my mind.
But this isn’t a complaint. Like the crazy hippie-dippie-earthy-mama I never-ever-not-in-a-million-years thought I’d be… I adored every single minute of it.
It was my choice, it was my fortune, and it was my blessing. I felt honored by the role of Mama, of co-worker, employee & boss, and blessed by the resources to handle the experience as I wished.
As I gear up for Round 2 in a couple weeks, I’m trying to keep a similarly open mind. Will Baby Boy thrive on le boob like Baby Girl did? Will I still adore being a feeding machine this time around?
I’m not sure. We’ll see.
Either way, I’ve entered full-blown nesting mode, and find myself picking through my old nursing ‘drobe to replenish my favorites. Here’s my list of the indispensable:
- Bravado Body Silk Seamless Nursing Bras: These soft, comfy bras survived a million washes, looked seamless under clothing and felt luxurious against the udders.
- Boob Design Hoodie: Maybe not the sexiest wardrobe piece on the block, but certainly one of the comfiest. I lived in this during my mat leave, as did my girlfriends (I gifted them, and they loved me for it)! You might think that zippered hoodies provide easy access, but one pull on your newborn’s petal-soft skin, and the new-mama-guilt is just too much.
- Belabumbum sleepwear: Pretty enough to make me feel a little more womanly, a little less mammal-y, but soft enough when I sacrificed no comfort for aesthetics. The jersey gets softer with each wash and the one-handed pull-down tab is simple to maneuver @ 3am.
- Zip-up Robe: You might thing you want a gorgeous silk robe to luxuriate in… but for the first few weeks, a soft, cheap zip-up robe is a must. You will be leaking, you will live in your pajamas, and if your friends & family are like mine - people will be in and out of your house non-stop. A tie robe does not cover all those newly acquired lady lumps, and a zipper makes sure everything is covered when it needs to be.
- Nursing Tanks - Glamourmom Extra-Long: Major staple!! I wore these almost daily under blazers to work or cute moto vests & sweaters casually. The built-in-bra is key, as undoing both a nursing bra & a nursing tank is just too much.
- Vests: Nursing tanks + cardigans get so boring; vests add a little style while providing easy access. For warmer months, vests like these are weekend perfection; for winter - I love fur vests atop long sleeve nursing tops.
- Polyester / Rayon / Not-Silk Button downs: Over the years, I’ve developed an expansive wardrobe of gorgeous button-downs in crisp white cotton and creamy silks - key for the office. Unfortunately, I quickly learned that these are not friends with baby spitup & drool. Cheaper button-downs in polyester, viscose or rayon (and preferably prints) hide remnants of Baby Feeding much easier.
- Jersey Wrap Dresses - These abound @ every price level, but my absolute favorite is the Rachel Pally Rocio Dress. I can’t find it available online, but it pops up frequently on flash-discount sites like RueLaLa & Hautelook. I own these in every print & color imaginable, and they were perfect under a chic black blazer to work, then with some crazy jewelry for drinks.
OK Mamas, what did I miss?
Little chubby hands found my @clinique_us chubby stick!!! I knew she was too quiet. #lookslikeabloodbath
Our Silver Claw sold out so fast
that we whipped up another batch
and recreated it in gold.
Beautifully creepy… this cuff is totally one-of-a-kind!
(Click through to see how I pair with leather & spikes.)
I just. Can’t. Handle. I’ve got peanut butter-banana-bacon, salted caramel, s’mores, fresh strawberry creme, caramel apple, hot fritters in apple & blueberry… And this is just our first of two boxes! (@beilersdonuts)
Have to be a fancy preggo pants for only 20 more minutes before I can fling these Choos off & bury my face in the most delicious Oreo cheesecake waiting for me @ home… #foodislove #jimmychoo
I don’t know if I’m in heaven or hell… in the middle of a 17 course tasting menu @ Han Dynasty that’s just so orgasmically delicious but obvi moopigs can’t pace themselves and I can no longer breathe I can’t move I can barely even swallow but you guys there’s still more coming #moopigproblems
i never thought i’d aspire to look like
an ombre-d yak,
but i’m kind of digging the Superfug in this.
CeliaB Tina Fringed Jacket @ Net-a-porter
You guys, I’m starting a new trend: #donuts as rings. Think it’ll catch on? (The ring pop was soooo last year)
Trying my damnedest to keep the cupcake trend afloat. (Strawberry cake, coconut & lemon frosting from @sprinklescupcakes) #byebyecrumbs
These days I quite literally have to roll out of bed. #3.5weeksleft (in the @eberjey chemise I blogged about yesterday)
Indoor Items + The Eberjey Colette Chemise
For years, I spent my whole clothing budget on “outside clothes” - pricey, gorgey pieces for the world to see.
Indoors? I lived in ratty ol’ sweats & janky tanks - gross, hobo-wear that belonged in college trashcans.
And then I became a mom.
(How many times can moms say their lives changed when they had a baby? I’m sick of it too, but… it’s true.)
Baby on hip, I quickly realized that my time indoors greatly trounced my hours swanning ‘bout town.
Now that so much of me was about somebody else entirely, I learned that dressing for me - not for parties, photos or even a mirror - was important to my sanity.
… So began my beautiful hoarder’s collection of Indoor Items - things I would never, could never, wear outside or for anybody else - but Things That Make Me Very, Very Happy. Perhaps they’ve made me more of a recluse, but a happy hermit nonetheless!
This new dove grey? Dying. I can’t wait to swan around
town my living room in it…
We dirtied up
a perfect pair of pretty pearls
with fierce crystal spikes.
We’re obsessed with the results, and hope you are too!
Voila the new Pearl Spikes, flash-discounted to $32.