I'm still finding round little, absorbent Frisbees (nursing bra pads) everywhere. I have a love/hate relationship with those things. What would I do if I didn't have them? God knows (especially in the beginning) I couldn't have left the house or slept (not like I was doing much of that anyway, with a newborn).
My right boob is a leaker.The left....... It 's all very complicated, and I'm sure not something you want to hear about, but let me just say this, nursing pads are needed, and they are disgusting!! I've seen women nurse in public and take their bra pad out and set it next to them (out in the open!). Ughh!! That's like just taking out your used maxi pad and flinging it around!! GROSS!!!
I have gotten very talented at what I call "the tuck". When I bring the baby up to nurse, I nonchalantly slide the bra pad and tuck it into the side of my bra. (I do this with one hand. As the other is holding the baby, a pacifier, and usually a toy car or two, maybe a wad of Kleenex and a tinker toy.) It's great! I just leave it (the bra pad) there (out of sight), tucked by my side until it's time to switch the baby to the other breast. Then, I pull the little Frisbee back out (one handed) and reverse everything to do it again on the other side. This is all well and good..........except on that not-so-rare occasion when I reach....and reach....and can't find the damn thing!!!
Which is why, I find them in odd places later. Stuck to the back of my shirt....that's my favorite!! Or between the cushions of the couch, behind the bed, in the toy box,.......... glued to the cat! It's the strong adhesive tape that causes such a problem. You never know where they are going to end up and how long they'll stick there. Like I said,.......Liam stopped breastfeeding over a month ago, and they're still popping up now and then! Part of my problem must be "mother brain". I mean,........I had a lot going on, two kids, recovering from a c-section, and my hormones were out of whack (not to mention all the brain cells that are leaking out with my breast milk -thanks Nate!! -If you don't know what I'm talking about, see comments from my post "Inappropriate, Offensive, and Just Plain Gross").
I'm having a shower here for a friend of mine in a few weeks. I've got to track all these pads down! I don't want to be sitting at the shower (my home finally clean and lovely,... me pretending to be the perfect hostess) and see one.....across the room.....stuck to the bottom of somebodies dinner plate or something. I can just envision myself trying to cover for that. I'm clever......but not that clever. The funniest is when men find them. They don't know what they are. I dropped on on the floor at a coffee shop once. A guy picked it up and handed it to me. I was mortified!!!! Luckily, I think he thought it was a coaster.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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Good for you on your stance on breast feeding!!! I too was subjected to all the 'looks', comments and lack of support from friends and family. Unless we take the stand society will never learn to view this differently than 'walking around with our boobs showing' and it IS very different.
I am enjoying your blog.. keep up the posting!
As far as the coasters - RELAX!! God does not want us to worry about big or little things... focus on your moment to moment life and continue to do the best you can do in the moment. ALL the other stuff that we worry about is just interfering with life's valuable moments...
thoughts to ponder.
I'm going to try the washable, non-adhesive ones this time round and see if I fare any better. They really do end up in the oddest places!
You are getting a little comfortable with all your woman products laying around the house. I won't even mention what I found last night before the babysitter came over. Just trying to save you from the embarrassment. No I did not pick it up, I simply called you over and said, "hey, what's that?" I knew what it was, but I played dumb. I just love to see the expression on your face and your amazingly quick reactions as you jolt down to pick it up. Good thing the kids don't understand and start asking questions. They just simply pick the various items up and start throwing them around and at each other, what fun. "yuck Liam, yuck!"
Oh, I tried the washable bra pads...no stick..that is possibly good (or bad), but they leaked for me, and that was definitly bad!
Oh and thanks Nate for commenting on the feminine products. Liam likes to pull them our from under the sink and play with them (nice huh!).....It's not fair that men don't have to deal with all this crap!
it sounds like you perfected your technique! i was always pretty clumsy with those things, but alas, they were a necessity.
i am still laughing about the visual of the cat.
From a wife of a man who goes purple whenever he sees a woman breastfeed I want to say thank you for your discretion in the placement of your "pads". If my husband knew he had picked up a pad, he would have meted into a puddle of goo!
That's hilarious that the guy picked it up! HA HA HA!
I shoulda had stock in those things when I was nursing and will need them again in a few weeks!
Thanks for the comments on my blog by the way, nice to meet you out here in the blogosphere! : )
Elaine
Ewww they put them out in public! Gross. I had company over and my daughter found one. It had went through the washing machine and somehow ended up under the couch. I wanted to die when my daughter pulled it out and showed everyone. lol at least it was clean.
I like to throw them like frisbees. :) Kidding. But that would be interesting, in a mall or something...
I had forgotten what "friends" those pads were to me. It really is a love/hate relationship.
This post made me laugh out loud! It's been a while since I had these lying around my house, how quickly you forget. My best friend Cathy was breastfeeding at the same time as me. Our friendship was comfortable enough that on a frazzeled day she actually pulled a couple out and used them as coasters when she handed me a cup of tea at her house! We still laugh about it...
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