Congratulations Melissa, as fashionistas ourselves, we feel for baby girl number 2 and her hand me downs.  The least we can do is help keep her covered in style.

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This week we are giving one away!

I’m sorry, did you miss the memo?  We are talking about BOOBS and giving away a Hooter Hider, so hurry and leave us a comment for your chance to win, come back Saturday to find out if you are the lucky winner!

Boobs are a really big deal right around the time of puberty.  For some girls you weren’t getting them fast enough and you swore you would just die if you had to start Junior High without a proper bra.  For others, myself included (and I am not bragging because I could leave ‘em more than take ‘em) they arrived uninvited in the 5^th grade and you were utterly mortified when you went to visit Grandma who announced “look who has boobies”.  Ugh, seriously, that was such a traumatic time in life.

Over the years some ladies chose to upgrade, some had to downsize and most just moved on and proceeded to complain about what they got.  You know the drill here; mine are too bouncy, too saggy, too small, too big, lopsided, different sizes, achy, hard, soft and I think you get the picture. 

Suddenly you become a mom and the tatas that merely filled your shirt just right, too much or not enough are supposed to feed your baby.  And probably you are thinking I just delivered an 8 lb. child, I can certainly latch that tiny mouth to my OH MY GOD that hurt.  Yes, sometimes it hurts.  Or maybe that baby has acid reflux and cannot keep down the food you worked so hard to deliver and the Dr. is saying well he needs to gain this much weight as if you are choosing to have your child hurl breast milk every 5 seconds.  Or maybe your baby cannot latch at all and so you are feeling like a failure at this thing called motherhood because all you have to do is feed, clothe and diaper your child and you cannot figure out this nursing thing. 

I met a lactation consultant last night who I swear could change lives.  I think she is like the Dog Whisperer, but for babies and their breastfeeding mamas.  So I asked her the question, the one question all rational women have.  “If this nursing thing is so natural, as it should be, why is it so damn hard?  What did our ancestors do?”  So now you’re all waiting for, as Oprah might say, an aha moment.  Not so much, but here is the insight she provided.  She told me it’s because many years ago women breastfed without the need to cover themselves.  Girls grew up watching their moms, aunts, sisters, neighbors and friends nurse.  Even men were more in tune with this process.  Then she asked when I have ever seen a baby latch onto a mom’s boob.  I blushed and assured her it would be wholly inappropriate to stare and therein lies the answer, the aha if you will.

I am not sure how I feel about that answer because I love a good Hooter Hider and prefer not to see the boob come out while I am thinking about my own dinner.  Perhaps I am a prude reverting back to my 5^th grade self who hated her boobs then and has not fully embraced them now.

What do you think about nursing?  Is it okay to nurse in front of others or should you cover up for their benefit?  Give us your feedback and you could win a Hooter Hider of your own!  Winner announced on Saturday.