“Right here?” I hesitated.
“Yeah. Why not?”
To my left, my father-in-law savored a plate of scrambled eggs. To my right, my partner was cutting up a waffle for our daughter. I glanced down at my newborn son, just four days old. As I caressed his tiny hand, I took a deep breath. In front of me, my mother shot me a disapproving look.
The pressure was overwhelming.
With my aching body and a flood of postpartum emotions, dining out with family just days after giving birth was proving to be too much.
“I’m heading to the car.”
“You sure?” my partner asked, sipping his coffee.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I’ll be fine.”
I grabbed the baby bag, gently placed my son in the carrier, and headed outside. Tears welled up in my eyes as I angrily texted my best friend while stepping into the crisp November air.
I was struggling to breastfeed in public, and it frustrated me.
At four days postpartum, the challenges of breastfeeding were consuming me. Contrary to what parenting books might suggest, no amount of preparation can fully equip you for the complexities of nursing a newborn. This was my second child, so I should have been more prepared, right? Wrong. After a tough experience nursing my first child, I resorted to exclusively pumping. I pumped in various places for over a year. When I became pregnant with my son, I desperately wanted a different experience.
He was born at home, welcomed by a supportive midwife. The next day, I sought out a lactation consultant—specifically, a Black one. This was crucial for me. Having previously met multiple lactation consultants, I wanted a connection with someone who resembled me.
Kira came highly recommended by my midwife, and from the moment she met us, she felt like a sister. “My breasts are really large,” I confessed.
She chuckled. “And my nipples are a bit flat.”
We shared a light moment, and she guided me through the process. When my partner stepped out for the diaper bag, she showed me her breasts. They looked just like mine, which surprisingly gave me a boost of hope. If she could nurse, so could I.
Fast forward nine months, and I’ve been successfully nursing my son, pumping when I’m away from him, managing his needs alongside my preschooler, all while juggling work and sleep deprivation. I often reminisce about my first attempts to nurse him in public and now find joy in how effortlessly I can do it both at home and in public.
Representation matters. Sometimes, seeing someone like yourself can make all the difference. As a Black mom navigating breastfeeding, having a lactation consultant who understood my experience changed everything for me. I hope other mothers—Black mothers, those with larger breasts, or those feeling insecure—find the support they need. If I encounter a mother in a similar situation, I won’t hesitate to offer my encouragement, showing her that if my body can nourish my children, so can hers.
As a reminder, the week of August 25 to 31 marks the sixth annual Black Breastfeeding Week. For more information, you can visit the website.
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In summary, finding the right support system is essential for new mothers, especially those from underrepresented backgrounds. Representation can empower and inspire, making the journey of motherhood a more fulfilling experience.
Keyphrase: Representation in Black Motherhood
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