The pre-mum me could never have imagined that she would have kids young and she would’ve spat out her soy latte whilst choking on her gluten-free granola, if she’d seen the future of her breastfeeding… let alone breastfeeding live on national television.
I wasn’t born an earth mother, I was born into plastic fantastic city life and I thought I was a career girl who was going to change the world.
“If I breastfeed my baby, I’d only do it in the car or on my own at home.” Those were the words I uttered when I was up the duff for the first time.
I was young, the pregnancy was unplanned and I was trying to prepare myself physically and mentally.
Part of this preparation, or so I thought, was using my government-given milk and vegetable vouchers to stock up on formula milk. As well as purchasing a sterilizer, disposable nappies and bottles.
But as the story goes, when my first child arrived, there was nothing that felt more natural than to breastfeed her.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a case of my baby popping out and, my newborn lovingly latching on to my boob.
It took perseverance and, us both learning how best to latch.
I also had lots of help from breastfeeding peer supporter volunteers.
Nonetheless, it felt weird that my boobs which had been tied up in society’s belief that women’s breasts are just there to look good, were now beautifully functional and had a huge purpose.
Yes, it was tough and tiring but having your first baby is such a life-changer anyway.
Within weeks I became a breastfeeding advocate and I was bowled over by how much easier it had become.
But I still would only feed in private or completely covered up.
I wouldn’t like to eat my dinner with a blanket on my head, would you?
As the weeks passed by in a milky sleepy haze, I started to become more comfortable feeding my bearn in front of other people.
And I began feeding uncovered.
I went to breastfeeding groups where we could moan and drink coffee all whilst openly lactating.
I was settling into this whole mum-thing…