As my shower was just around the corner, I couldn’t wait to register for all the things my precious little baby would need. My husband and I entered the store, starry-eyed and ecstatic to start putting our future visions to life. After the consultant handed us a booklet of registry items and administered the scanning gun, we were off to ‘shop’ the aisles. I stood dumbfounded at the front of the store, having no clue how to even begin this mission, until my husband suggested we tackle the perimeter first. Simple enough- there we were at nursing pillows and bottles. Okay, I thought- this won’t be so bad. We can do this.
But wait- did I need a nursing pillow? I consulted the index of my registry book, scanned pages 5-7 on nursing pillows, and learned that yes, this was an essential, according to this baby Bible. Hmm okay, does it matter what brand? Do I need extra covers? Does the name-brand really make a difference if all the products look the same? Should I get a gender-specific color to be cute or neutral in case I reuse it for future babies?
Once you get married, it’s incredible how personal people get with their inquiries and opinions about your life. Suddenly, everyone from your in-laws, co-workers, and neighbors ask when you’re going to expand your family and expect to know if ‘you’re trying.’ When did it become acceptable to openly ask someone if they’re actively having unprotected sex?? Not to mention that many people are ‘trying’ and feel stabbed with these queries when their ‘trying’ hasn’t resulted in a pregnancy yet. But I digress.
Now you’ve had a baby and the inappropriate invasions continue. From sex to breasts, now that you’re a nursing mother, your critics and inquirers have expanded to perfect strangers. Now, people think it’s their right to use the way you feed your child as an acceptable platform to voice their opinion, either to you privately or even broadly with malice on social media. Though many comments irritate me, because I believe people just don’t know better, I rather educate and spread the word than berate the offenders. They could be offending and not even know it. With that being said, I have compiled a list of the top eight things to refrain from saying to a nursing mother.
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As a child, my mom always slathered me with Coppertone SPF 30, and as I grew up through my high school and college years, my SPF went down. Now that I’m supposedly an adult (and especially as a mom), I’m very conscious about my skin health. Gone are the days of SPF 5 Australian Gold Tanning Oil and in are the days of daily sunscreen on my face and checking labels.
Though I won’t deny I’ll miss the beautiful bronzed look I could easily achieve and the coconut scented banana infused concoction that left a sparkle behind after greasing my body, I have larger concerns to protect myself and my family.
Consult these important guidelines from the American Skin Cancer Society before heading to the park, pool, vacation, or even out on a walk or picnic.