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My Favorite Nursing Bras

I love nursing.

I haven’t talked about it in a while, but what a magical, wonderful thing.

The thing that can make the magic fizzle a little, though, is clothes: the wrong ones. When I’m wearing the wrong bra, or the wrong shirt or dress and it becomes a struggle to get the baby to the foodsource, well, no one is happy. Babies aren’t exactly known for their patience, and when your milk is starting to let down, well, you gotta move fast or it can become a miserable, damp soakfest instead of a cuddly, warm snugglefest.

So it’s important to wear the right thing.

Especially the right bra. Because besides issues of easy access for baby, you want to be comfortable. Breastfeeding can mean tenderness, engorgement, that weird tingly feeling (sometimes painful for me) during milk letdowns–feelings that by themselves aren’t always the most pleasant. Add to that a bra that isn’t comfortable, and it’s just . . . bad.

So for any of you moms-to-be out there, I wanted to shout out my top two favorite nursing bras.

1. Lamaze Cotton Spandex Nursing Bra (here is the link for a 2-pack)

I bought these bras on my sister Heidi’s recommendation over 3 years ago, and used them all throughout nursing Alice. I also wore them almost exclusively this past summer while nursing Ben. I still wear them sometimes during the day, but religiously wear them every night since they are the most comfortable nursing bra I’ve ever worn, hands-down. Here are the pluses and minuses to consider:

-They are soft, stretchy, and since they’re just fabric, there are no plastic pieces or hooks to irritate the skin.

-They pull aside so quickly! It’s the bra that offers me the fastest baby-to-breast connection–no hooking/unhooking/why-won’t-this-dang-hook-come-unhooked drama.

-They’re awesome for co-sleeping if you’re one of those (yep, I was) that likes to leave things open to baby in the middle of the night.

-Potential negative: they don’t offer a lot of support (no wires, just fabric), so they may not be ideal to wear during the day if you’re well-endowed on top. Of course, I missed the endowment train when it rolled through, so it’s not a problem for me.

-No special care required during laundering–just toss it in the wash and the dryer.

I highly, highly recommend these. I own four (two black, one white, one grey). After three years of heavy use they’re getting a tiny bit stretched out, but they’re still my absolute fave even in their current well-worn state.

2. Bravado Seamless Nursing Bra

If I’m not wearing the Lamaze bra, I’m probably wearing one of these. No wires, so it’s very comfortable, and it provides a little more padding and shaping, which is nice during the day when I go to work and wear clothes that are not my PJ’s. It’s very soft and has conformed to my body over time so that it hugs and supports me in just the right way. It has the typical hook-on-strap system to detach the cup part and pull it down for nursing sessions, but I can usually do it one-handed. If for some reason my hands and the hook are having a misunderstanding, it’s stretchy enough that I just pull the whole dang thing down.

Bravado just came out with a new design–their PR team sent me a free bra to try and I have worn it every day since I got it about a month ago, no joke. It’s the Body Silk Seamless Yoga Nursing Bra (available here). It’s very similar to their existing Seamless Nursing Bra (i.e., awesome).

I have four of these two–black, beige, pink, and the free yoga bra they sent me in grey. Having an abundance of bras is a huge plus especially early on in nursing (and if you’re a first-time mom) because when both you and new baby are learning to nurse, you can really move through that laundry if you know what I mean.

I haven’t shared a pic of my little Benjamin-bear recently, but his rolls have gotten monumental.

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What a little dumpling.

 

Thursdays: my day

Ever since after my ectopic pregnancy last summer, my husband started staying home with Alice once a week. Prior to that, I had been taking her to work every day, and I had reached a breaking point–it was too hard.

Having that one day a week was a miracle. A revelation. And it continues to be! My day this year has been Thursday. I try to schedule any doctor’s appointments for that morning. Then I head to work–by myself. I pray in the car and enjoy every minute of it. I get to the office, take my time getting my coffee and getting situated. There’s no need to rush, because no one’s clock is ticking (for those of you without kids, I should explain that toddlers can feel like ticking clocks–it’s a countdown to their next need: attention, help with a task, a snack, snuggles, you name it).

Then I work. And this is no small thing: I love Alice–it’s been a privilege and a blessing to be able to bring her with me to the office for over two years now–but friends, let me tell you how glorious it is to work without a little voice pleading, “Mommy all done work?” and “Applesauce!” and “Read a book!” To be able to guiltlessly actually focus on what I’m doing instead of keeping one eye here and one eye there–it’s almost like a vacation. Even though it’s work.

Then I buy myself lunch. Recently it’s been tacos from Tony’s Burrito Mex.

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Let me tell you about these tacos.

Really, what’s not to tell you about these tacos?

Wait, that didn’t make any sense.

Then again, the deliciousness of these tacos doesn’t make any sense either.

HOW CAN IT BE?

The picture speaks louder than my words can right now.

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Tacos al pastor with onions and cilantro.

A side of fries with mayo and ketchup.

And then I go write. I query agents, work on my novel, usually at Starbucks while sipping something with way too many calories in it for one small beverage and telling myself, ‘it’s okay. You can jiggle them off later as you waddle to the car.’

Finally, I run errands–get gas, go to the grocery store–and when I get home, it’s dinner time and there is food (a bean and barley slow cooker soup tonight) and I can’t believe how easy my day has been.

I wonder how other moms do it, moms who don’t get a day off, a day to pursue things they are passionate about independently of the home. Maybe that will be me someday, depending on what happens this fall and which one of us is working, but for now, I’m just soaking it up. On Thursdays, I remember that I’m not just a mommy or wife, but Jenna.

You may have noticed that on the rare occasions I blog, it happens to be on Thursdays.

Yep.