When I imagined breastfeeding in the days before having my children, I sort of envisioned the experience being akin to Botticelli's "Birth of Venus" painting — my hair blowing, ever so slightly, in the wind with a lovely and serene glow about me as I gazed down at my precious child. I would exude all the ethereal Earth Mama vibes as I sustained human life with my very own body, and it would be pure magic.
Clearly, I was delusional. I mean, the part about sustaining life with food I made in my very own milkshake-makers is totally true and pretty badass if you ask me, and certainly breastfeeding does have its lovely moments. But sometimes, well ... let's just say, sometimes it's a lot less like what I had pictured in those childless fantasies of yesteryear.
Here are just a few times when the struggle was a little too real for those of us who are breastfeeding mamas:
1. Day 3 postpartum (or whenever the milk first comes in.) Holy porn star boobs.
2. When you hear a baby cry at the grocery store and start feeling your milk let down.