Mommy Milk

Sacred Sister has inspired me with this post which is joining with the many proud women posting their beautiful breastfeeding boobies across the blogging universe. I am still in search of a decent picture to post here of me and my milk guzzling beasties (as I called them during their nursing years).

During the early posts of this blog, I went by the name Jersey Cow because I was still nursing my daughter. I posted about weaning her. That was about two years ago now. My husband used to refer to me as a lactivist because I was always telling anyone who would listen about the joys and benefits of momma milk.

You name it, I probably breastfed there. I breastfed in restaurants, book stores, libraries, malls, coffee shops, national parks, civil war battlefields, rotary meetings, and even the courthouse (I was stuck in trial so my husband brought the baby to me during my breaks). I once breastfed my son while walking through Timpanogos Cave. By the time my daughter was born, I'd gotten pretty good at it, and I used to actually breastfeed her while I was making dinner for my son at the same time.

One of my proudest moments was when my daughter got her first baby doll. Instead of giving the baby a bottle, she would hand it to me for mommy milk. I thought that was wonderful. I hope that stays with her.

And so let me shout a hell yeah in support of proud nursing mommas everywhere. Don't be shy. Babies need to eat!! And I have to selfishly admit that when I started to lose my baby weight, I was most pleased to find out I got an extra 350 calories every day for doing nothing other than sitting on the couch, watching tv while holding my cutie pie baby and lactating.

I'm off in search of beautiful boobie pictures...