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breastfeeding style tips

July 14th, 2014 · 8 Comments

Breastfeeding-Style

Remember how I wrote about my pregnancy style tips, and I was all, “gosh, you guys, it’s so hard to dress cute while you’re pregnant?”

Silly, silly girl.  Dressing cute while pregnant was a piece of cake.  Just throw on a tight shirt and some maternity jeans and you’re good to go — cute, big round belly and all!  Also, people have zero expectations for pregnant women to dress cute: I once showed up at a doctor’s appointment wearing (I kid you not) a tank top, jean shorts and a necklace, and she was like, “WHOA, what are you up to today, you are looking GOOD!”

But then the baby pops out, and you can suddenly, more or less, wear whatever you want again.

Only you can’t.

Because you’re breastfeeding.  And you have a screaming newborn who mandates that your boobs be accessible at all times, no matter what, LADY.

So you can wear exactly four things, which, in my wardrobe, consisted of the following:

A flannel shirt.

A robe.

A zip-up hoodie.

And wrap dresses.  Thank GOD for wrap dresses.

That being said, I do have a few pieces of advice that I learned by trial and error, so I figured this would be a good subject for a post!  So, if you’re breastfeeding (hopefully you are!) and stuck in a style rut, here are my ideas:

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Muscle Shirts: This is my personal favorite.  You know those shirts with arms that are cut super low?  I wear those tank tops with a bandeau bra underneath, and they are literally the easiest thing to breastfeed in EVER.  Even in public.  No lifting up your shirt, no fiddling with clasps.  Just slide the arm-hole to the side, pull down the bandeau, attach the baby and you’re done.  When Bear was about three weeks old, I went to Forever 21 and bought five random muscle shirts for specifically this purpose.

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Deep V Necklines: You don’t need to shell out extra money for “nursing wear” in most cases, but take a long look through your closet before the baby arrives and pull out every single top you own that has a deep-V neckline.  See those?  Those are your wardrobe for the next two months.

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Classic Wraps: Wrap dresses are legitimately a lifesaver while breastfeeding, especially if you have to look reasonably professional at any point in the first month or two.  They’re always stylish and chic, and no one will ever know that you put it on out of necessity!  Check out some of my favorites here, here and here.

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One Official “Nursing” Piece: You don’t need to buy a whole new wardrobe while breastfeeding, but it’s nice to pick up at least one piece that’s specifically designed to be convenient for this particular function.  I had three: two nursing tanks from H&M that I didn’t like at all and a terrific striped “nursing tee” from Boob Design that I absolutely loved.  When I went out for lunch in those early weeks, this was what I wore, every time.

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Go Strapless: I never would have guessed this, but strapless dresses are about ten-zillion times easier to wear while breastfeeding than dresses with straps! (And sleeves?  Forget about it.) But that turned out to be a terrific realization, because I have tons of strapless dresses in my closet!  So when I wanted to look cute for something social (I snapped the pic above on my way to a friend’s house for a playdate), I just picked one and threw it on — and actually managed to look cute in the process!

Those are my favorite tips!  After three months of breastfeeding, Bear now eats at more regular intervals and my options have expanded a lot — but for his first two months, I basically lived in these pieces!  What were your breastfeeding favorites?

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how i broke our freezer

July 7th, 2014 · 2 Comments

Ice Cream

Here is the thing about having a newborn:

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation.  Maybe it’s the crying.  Maybe it’s just frazzled hormones left over from growing another person in your body.

But, whatever the reason… it makes you a little nutso.

Not in a bad way, necessarily.  But in this way: If my child is crying, there is literally nothing on this earth that is allowed to get between me and me ability to make him stop.

Unfortunately… our freezer tried to.

Remember how our first grocery store trip was fraught with peril?  Well, baby Bear is several weeks older at this point, and we’ve had a couple of successful trips in between.  So, at the beginning of this week, I took him to the grocery store, once again.

And you know what?  It was fine.  He was fed and lulled to sleep by the drive over, and I spent a solid twenty five minutes grabbing things off the shelves, piling them into a cart, and then paying for them without a peep.

I was feeling quite proud of myself, to be honest.

But… then we got in the car to go home. 

And let me throw in a bit of background here: I have a new car, which is very exciting, but it’s not a car that I’m familiar with — it has this push-button to start, which apparently doesn’t work if you haven’t properly closed the trunk, which is not a big deal in 99.9% of situations, but when you are sitting in a hot car with a newborn in the middle of a Texas summer and your car won’t start, you get a little frazzled.  To put it mildly.

So, in case you haven’t guessed where this story is going… I couldn’t get my car to start. 

And when it finally did, baby Bear’s grocery store nap was decidedly over. 

Cool, ok, right?  Five minutes home, I can put away the groceries and feed this little baby.  Everything is fine, I told myself.  How far can he devolve in five minutes?

Fast forward to our arrival home, at which point baby Bear is starting to scream in the carseat, telling me in the clearest possible way he can that he is hungry, RIGHT NOW, LADY.

But I still have a carload full of groceries — including a whole bag of frozen items that had already sat in my hot car long enough to start melting.  And, obviously that’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened… but this girl loves her ice cream.  Preferably unmelted.

So I decided to put the frozen stuff away, as fast as I possibly could.  I’d made it all the way to the grocery store; I really didn’t want our ice cream in my car trunk for another an hour. 

So I started. 

And let me tell you, putting away a single bag of frozen food takes literally twenty seconds, but do you know what I managed to do in those twenty seconds?

Pull our freezer drawer off its hinges, and then dislocate the plastic cover.

Yes, I single handed-ly trashed an entire freezer drawer in twenty seconds.

Because the baby was crying.

Last week, we had a similar incident: Chad came into the baby’s room at night and realized that one of our curtain rods had been pulled halfway across the room.  When he asked how I possibly used that much force to open a curtain, I looked at him helplessly: “The baby was crying.”

Because, you see, when that baby cries, I lose my mind a little.  (A lot.)

And here’s the thing, you guys: I am not normally like this.  I’m more of a laid-back, calm and relaxed, go with the flow type of person. 

But when it comes to that baby crying?  I am suddenly like a wild beast, tearing down everything in my path.

So, this is being a mom, I guess.  Blissful newborn caretaker half the time; Godzilla the other.

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first skincare routine

July 2nd, 2014 · 2 Comments

Noodle and Boo

A few weeks before Bear arrived, a package arrived on our doorstep.  Inside was a big box of baby skincare products from Noodle & Boo — which, I soon learned, is *the* luxury skincare baby product line.  Like, if you are buying baby skincare products at Nieman Marcus and Saks, this is the line you are buying.

They were totally beautiful and I hadn’t really stocked up on baby bath stuff yet — so I figured I’d try them out.  I’m very careful about what I put on his skin, and these satisfied all my requirements: hypoallergenic, great ingredients, and seemed like a quality product. 

Bear didn’t like baths at first, so for our first two months, our bathtime ritual was more “please stop screaming, please stop screaming, please stop screaming” — not exactly a fun evening activity.  I mostly tried to get them over with as quickly as possible, and spaced them out as much as I could.  But eventually, as the weeks passed, he started to get used to it, and even sort of enjoy getting a nice warm bath.  (It doesn’t sound so bad, right?  I wish someone would give one to mom!)

So finally, one day, we had a bath that was completely without tears, and I finally thought for half a second about the products we were using.  And I realized that I really liked them!  He had never had a reaction to them, his skin had been really great (people commented on how quickly his baby acne cleared up — he only had it for a few days!), they lathered well, but rinsed off easily — all around, they’d been terrific.

And since his bath had gone so well, I decided to go a step further. 

I broke out the baby lotion.

And oh.  my.  gosh. 

I thought I liked the body wash, but the baby lotion is *amazing* in a way that basically transcends words. 

It’s so soft, and it makes his skin so smooth.  It has this incredibly delicious, very mild scent.  It literally takes your sweet, clean baby up to an eleven in adorableness.  I loved, loved, loved it.

So if you’re the type that goes for luxury baby skincare products (and, by luxury: it’s $14, so not exactly breaking the bank), please buy the lotion, because you will totally love it.  You can thank me later!

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