Baring It All: Kate
Me – yikes?! Well I'm a talker so this shouldn't be too hard right? It's in my genes, just ask my Mama and Godmama, I was born and raised a talker. They're the two biggest talkers I know and they trained me well. I'd happily sit down and tell anyone my story, blow by blow, bore your socks off stuff; especially if I thought it would help. But putting it out there, telling 'everyone', that scares me witless (sh*tless). I think I'd rather just go through labour again. And talking and writing, not the same thing.......I'm not a writer, I mean I'm typing this on notepad! When Rosie approached me with the idea for MilkMade I was all for it, now I'm thinking we might end up looking like a right pair of tits.
So bear with me, while I bare it all; the good, the bad and the ugly in relation to my feeding journey so far. I imagine I'll learn more from this than I impart but here goes. My boobs failed to function fully but we persevered just enough to remain exclusively breastfeeding through the early months. I've always felt like this didn't help my cause when I went looking for support to continue breastfeeding. We hadn't 'failed' but we weren't 'thriving'? I felt like my body wouldn't grant me my choice to breastfeed. Asking for help isn't always easy, especially when you don't know who to ask. Worse still is when you do ask and you don't get the support you need. Feeding for me has always felt like a lonely sport, sitting on the sidelines of what I perceived to be two camps: breast and bottle. My two had both bottle and boob but both are MilkMade babes.