Valentine's Day is tomorrow and I would just like to tell the world that I love my boobs.
My whole life, I considered them small. And that they are. Little "A" cups stuck to my chest. They came late and they hardly came at all. But would I change them? Nope.
My sister used to tell me (without an ounce of sarcasm) when I was a teenager and she was a twenty-ager that models are flat chested and that I should be super excited to have little boobs because I'm basically a model. I played hockey at a very competitive level with boys all of my childhood and somehow I was always, "one of the boys," maybe because i looked like one without any boobs. I am thankful for those little things.
So when I was pregnant and starting to swell up, I started to feel uncomfortable in a regular bra. I was even uncomfortable in a wireless bra. But then, I got some bralettes and all was well in the world. Thankfully, I didn't have much to hold in and I gained a self-confidence that I never had before. I realized that I don't care what other people think of the size or shape of my boobs. They're mine. (Fist pump!)
Now that I share them with my baby. They're the only way I fed him for his first 6 months. In the first 30 minutes after he was born, he figured out that feeding from mama was a good thing to do. I am thankful that I had the knowledge and support to create a good feeding relationship despite tongue tie, plugged ducts and oversupply. We became a team and got into a rhythm early. My baby will be a year old soon and I am happy that he is still nursing. I am happy because on days like this when his molars are coming in, that he has a wonderful comfort tool. When we are on the road and unable to grab a snack for a hungry baby, mama's milk is there to hold him until dinner. I sense the end of our feeding relationship and it makes me sad. It will end soon, I am sure, but not because I am beginning to hear rumblings and judgments. I am sure it is coming to an end because he is showing signs that he is ready. I am so so so happy that this has been such a good experience and that I could provide something for him that no one else could.
Back to the boobs. They're great.
Hope you love yours cause they're great too. I'm sure of it. Boobs are pretty wonderful things.