A loooong, long time ago when it felt like half the world still blogged at Livejournal, the powers that be decided to remove avatars featuring breastfeeding women. All hell broke loose as mums and supporters alike caused a riot. I supported the protests at the time but said that, despite my position, I didn’t understand why mums would want to share pictures of breastfeeding on the Internet.
I get it now.
It’s not about sharing a picture of your breasts which just happen to be feeding a baby. It’s about sharing a moment in time, a glimpse into a relationship between two. The “breast” part is incidental; it’s a memory like any other. Like the picture of the baby in the cute sleepsuit/onesie, the picture of the baby which his first cuddly toy, the picture of the baby asleep with the family pet. Whatever.
My epiphany came this morning as I fed Oliver down for his nap. Despite our ongoing problems and the fact that 99% of feeds are still painful/uncomfortable, he finished his snack, pulled away from the boob and rested his head against it. His pudgy hand splayed across warm flesh. He sighed as he closed his eyes and went to sleep. In that moment everything was perfect, and I knew just then that were I more comfortable with sharing pictures of my babies with the world, that few seconds would be the ones I’d want to share.