“Right here?” I hesitated, feeling the weight of my family’s expectations around me.
“Yeah, why not?” my partner encouraged, focused on his task of preparing breakfast for our toddler. On my other side, my mother sat, her eyes fixed on me with intensity. Beneath my gaze, my newborn son lay peacefully in my arms, a tiny bundle of potential and pressure.
The truth was, just days after giving birth, I was overwhelmed. My body was still recovering, my emotions were in turmoil, and the thought of breastfeeding in public felt like an insurmountable challenge.
“I’m going to step outside for a moment,” I announced, trying to mask my apprehension.
“Are you sure?” my partner asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Yes, I need a breather,” I replied, grabbing the diaper bag and carefully placing my baby in the carrier before stepping out into the brisk November air. Once alone, tears welled in my eyes as I texted my best friend, expressing my frustrations about the pressures of breastfeeding in public.
At just four days postpartum, I felt like I was failing. Despite having successfully breastfed my first child, I was finding the experience incredibly challenging this time around. After my daughter, I had resorted to exclusively pumping, navigating countless public places with my pump in tow, but now I longed for the intimacy of direct nursing.
When my son was born, I was determined to make breastfeeding work. After a home birth with a supportive midwife, I sought out a lactation consultant. My midwife recommended Angela, a Black lactation expert who instantly felt like a confidante.
“My breasts are huge,” I admitted, feeling exposed.
She chuckled, “And mine are just as unique! Let’s get you comfortable with your baby.” As we talked, Angela provided guidance while also sharing her own journey. She showed me her breasts, which looked incredibly similar to mine, and it struck me—representation matters. Seeing someone who understood my struggles gave me the encouragement I desperately needed.
Fast forward nine months, and I’ve been successfully nursing my son while juggling the demands of a preschooler and my work schedule. I can now nurse him comfortably in public, a far cry from my initial fears.
It’s vital for mothers—especially Black mothers—to have support that resonates with their experiences. I hope that when others are facing challenges, they find that encouragement. In fact, if I ever meet a mom struggling like I did, I’m ready to show her that it is possible—because if I can nourish my babies, so can she.
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Summary:
Representation is crucial in motherhood, especially for Black mothers navigating challenges like breastfeeding. Finding a supportive lactation consultant who understands your unique experiences can make a significant difference in your breastfeeding journey. It’s important to seek out resources and support that resonate with your identity and experiences.