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Post Partum Depression

I don’t think I realized how hard it would be not to fall victim to ppd. How is it possible to distinguish the difference between baby blues and ppd? It’s almost impossible to do on your own! I’m so glad I had the support around me, and when I realized I was slowly falling down a slippery cliff, they were there to catch me. One day it went from blubbering about eating the last piece of pie. No joke. To realizing colors were dull. To me life was no longer vivid. I was vacant. A shell. I felt as though I were moving in slow motion. Nursing seemed to burden me. I dreaded each time my baby needed nourishment. I was irritable with my husband. Overly so. I snapped at everyone and wallowed in my feelings. I had a rain cloud over my head. I was lucky enough to seek out help. It wasn’t easy. I swallowed my pride. But I did it. I took Zoloft for a few months. I am so glad I did. Now I enjoy being a mother again. I enjoy colors. I enjoy music. And I treasure nursing! So please. If you’re feeling down after having a baby. Don’t wait. Get outside take walks in the sun. Keep yourself busy. And do not hesitate to reach out to a health professional. There is no shame.



Posted in Being a Badass Mama

Poop, literally.

So here’s the scoop on poop. For months after my daughter was born I obsessed over her poop. Every little dirty diaper seemed to indicate that something was wrong. It was too yellow. Too orange. Too green. Too runny. Too solid. Too leafy. You name it, I probably thought it. It consumed so much of my time. Looking back on it now I can giggle. Poop caused a shitstorm in my life. I worried whether she had enough to eat. Too much. Gosh, it was stressful. One day there came a time where I just thought to myself, stop. Shut up. Get over it. You’re worrying about poop. Trust yourself. It wasn’t easy. But day by day I trust myself a little more. And now, poop, is a thing of the past.

I think poop was just my worry manifesting itself. I didn’t trust my body to provide for me baby. Doctors didn’t help me. I didn’t help myself. I worried constantly. Now I know that I am what my baby needs. And I believe in myself.


Posted in Circumcision

Circumcision Diaries: James’ Story

I am so excited to share this story with you! This is the first of a never-ending story series on circumcision! Obviously as a woman my experiences and opinions are limited on this subject. Which is why I strongly encourage men to speak out on the subject! Intactivists for the win!


I was 16 when I first learned about circumcision.

I was in a child development class and as soon as I had a semi-clear understanding of what circumcision was, I immediately became disgusted at the fact that there were people who would do such things to children. Of course, it only took a couple seconds for it to hit me — the realization that this was done to me. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t imagine that my parents would ever do something so obviously cruel to me, and right after I entered this world, but there was no denying it.

After that painfully obvious realization my disgust was dwarfed by the most intense anger I have ever felt. I felt violated. As though I had just learned that I was sexually assaulted as a baby. Which literally is what it is, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve never seen circumcision as anything different. I still don’t understand how anyone can.

As I felt all these feelings, I looked around the classroom. Too my horror no one else seemed to be bothered by this new information and the teacher was casually explaining the topic as though it were any other lesson. It was like something I would see in The Twilight Zone. I have never been so disappointed in people. How could everyone be so blind, I thought? This is how felt before I learned about the functions of the foreskin…

For two years I thought I might actually be the only one in the world who felt this way. When I was 18 years old I decide to Google ‘circumcision.’ I knew there had to be others who felt this way. The first thing I saw was a video on YouTube of a girl expressing her feelings on the subject. It was relieving.

And then I saw many other videos like it. Each one I watched made me feel better. After two long years I was finally able to get it off my mind and I was able to find my faith in human kind again. It took me years more before I could even talk about it with a friend. And longer still before I could confront my parents. No one should ever have to go through what men like myself have. And I will continue to fight until this cruel tradition meets its end.

-James Stewart-

Posted in Being a Badass Mama, Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding Sucks

Yeah. It’s true. Breastfeeding sucks. It blows. At the same time it’s a beautiful thing. Why doesn’t anyone talk about how hard it is? It’s a struggle. For some, daily. There are so many roadblocks, and obstacles that breastfeeding women deal with. Mastitis. Blocked Ducts. Milk blisters. Over supply. Low supply. No supply issue, but stressing about it. Lack of poopie diapers. Too many poopie diapers. Not enough wet diapers. Too many wet diapers. Not enough sleep. Too much sleep. You name it, a breastfeeding mother goes through it. We worry about poop, almost obsessively. Don’t even get us started on sleep. Why do we worry about this? It’s bullshit. In the midst of all our worry, somehow we forget to look down and stare in awe at the little miracle our bodies created. And then there is the anxiety that goes with being tethered to your couch, all day. The fear that comes with leaving the house. The fear of being criticized for nursing our children in public. So here is a brief list of things I wish I knew before starting off with my breastfeeding journey. It goes as follows.

-It hurts. Like really hurts. Like tear inducing pain.

-You get super hungry and thirsty while nursing. Stock up on snacks.

-The hormones flow freely while nursing. Do not be alarmed if you soak your baby in tears at one point or another.

-You will be annoyed by the slow motion way your partner changes the diapers you worry so much about, it will pass.

-The stares you think you get while nursing in public don’t matter, what matters is that beautiful baby in your arms.

-Mastitis knocks you on your ass. For weeks. Once the fever is gone the exhaustion sets in, good luck getting out of bed.

-You will fall asleep while nursing, get used to it.

-Once the overwhelming milk supply has regulated itself, you will worry about your supply. Don’t. Stress causes low supply.

-Don’t worry about not showering, it’s over rated.

-You’re going to sweat. A lot. Like a lot a lot. And smell. A lot. A lot a lot.

-Your baby is going to eat. A lot. And use you as a sucking mechanism. A lot. It’s fine.

-Trust your body. And baby. It’s hard. But your instincts will rarely be wrong.

-Cosleeping. It’s easy for nighttime nursing. You get more sleep. Baby gets more sleep. Do it safely. Don’t worry.

-Don’t research everything.

-Have fun. Treasure it. It flys by.

Love you guys! Enjoy your day!



Posted in Being a Badass Mama, Breastfeeding

Nursing in Public and the Military

Nursing in public. NIP. It’s a pretty controversial topic as of late. All over the country women are being shunned. They are being kicked out of store after store. Restaurant after restaurant. Shamed for covering. Shamed for not covering. Asked to nurse in bathrooms.

Federal Law states:

Notwithstanding any other provision of law, a woman may breastfeed her child at any location in a Federal building or on Federal property, if the woman and her child are otherwise authorized to be present at the location


This doesn’t state that the woman is only allowed to nurse in bathrooms. Only allowed to nurse with a cover. This doesn’t state that the woman is only allowed to nurse the way others deem appropriate.

State law varies. Some states protect the mother. Some don’t have specific laws in place.

Nursing on a military installation is completely different. We recently moved onto Fort Meade, MD. Before moving a month ago I had never lived on base before. It’s a different world here. Different people. Different laws. Restrictions.

Some bases will protect a woman’s right to breastfeed her child in public. Some bases won’t. The federal law that we cherish and hold as our armor in case we have to enter battle is wishy washy in this department.

This is something a few women discovered while nursing their children in the commissary at Schofield Barracks, in Hawaii. In separate instances women were approached about their breastfeeding in public. They were asked to cover themselves, or to use the nursing room available to them. Respectfully they denied these requests. They were then asked to leave. One woman in particular posted her situation on the Garrison Commander’s facebook page. The comments from other women ranged from supportive to negative. The Garrison Commander then replied to this post and arranged a meeting with the woman and her husband. His response disappointed a multitude if women. He let it be known that these federal laws didn’t apply to the base he ran, if he didn’t want them to.

How backwards is this? These women, and women all over the world breastfeed. It is a peaceful thing. It is cementing a bond between mother and child. It is a relationship between mother and child. Not mother and universe. So pack away your comments. Your stares. Stop your judgment. Let mothers nurse in peace. Let the babies stare into the loving eyes of their mamas.

And for you outsiders. Get over it. Stop complaining. Stop judging. Stop being so close minded. Open your mind to the love. Open your mind to the bond. You will understand the need someday. Maybe just not today.


Posted in Baby-Wearing, Being a Badass Mama, Breastfeeding

Inner Harbor

We had a wonderful day with our visiting family today! We went to Inner Harbor, about twenty minutes from our home. We walked around, bathing in the sunshine. We enjoyed Ripley’s Believe It Or Not. We nursed in public. We wore our daughter. She smiled. Giggled. Played. Not a tear was shed. I hope you enjoyed your Saturday!




Posted in Being a Badass Mama

Life As We Know It

To those of you who don’t know me personally, I am a young mother. I am 21 years old. I am a married woman. I have been married almost 2 years. I have a daughter. Almost 5 months old. I am stubborn. Painfully so. My husband is in the Army. We live on base. It’s a huge transition. A different world here. We are located in Maryland. We are here for an undetermined amount of time. Since we moved here a month ago so much has changed. I have become a better version of myself. I have become a crazier version of myself. I started a blog. Letting my feelings bleed out onto paper. Almost 1000 views later I’m giddy about each new view. Reaching almost ten countries. The opportunities seem to be flowing in. Gathering information on the midwives from The Farm for interviewing them! Possibly scheduling a visit. Talking to a huge inspiration of mine. Abby, The Badass Breastfeeder. Starting to blog for The Boob Group. I’m trying to balance this with my life. It’s hard. But I’m figuring it out. Life as we know it is over. We are starting fresh!



Posted in Being a Badass Mama, Breastfeeding

Amber’s Story

This is another wonderful fan share! What a powerful story of persevering through many obstacles! You are an inspiration! You are warrior mama! I hope you enjoy!

I’ll share mine. I’m 29 and a mother of three. Out of my three kids, my youngest daughter (4mo now) is the only one I’ve been able to breast feed with any measured success. With my son (the oldest -he’s 5), I dried up before I even got started, and no one could tell me why. Three weeks post partum and BAM, no milk. Just done. With my middle child (she’s 2), I was DETERMINED to breast feed. But she didn’t latch well… and I had to have an emergency c-sections, so I didn’t get the chance to hold her for nearly 6 hours after delivery. But I was going to do it, damnit. So I did, I used the nipple covers, I bled, I scabbed, I bled more, I cried, I pleaded, I winced, I thought that I wouldn’t ever get feeling back, I even started to dread it. THEN I started to dry up just 4 weeks post partum. SO I pumped, and pumped and pumped .. 20 minutes after every feeding … teas. supplements. constant blog reading. tips. tricks. lactation consultants (and still they told me that there wasn’t any reason.. but she was SCREAMING after each feeding because she was hungry). I didn’t leave the house. so at 8 weeks I just couldn’t make any more come out, so I dried up again. When baby #3 graced us, I again had to have an emergency c-section, but when it came to nursing I said “if I can, I can.. if I can’t, then I can’t.” … and here we are 4 months and counting. She latches well, she coos, she smiles, we snuggle, I nurse when we’re out, when we’re at friends, we co-slept for the first 3 months, and now she sleeps through the night like a miracle. When I’m not having a good day, I supplement her, but I almost never need to more than one feeding. I don’t let where I am stop me, because I’m thankful that my body is letting me feed my daughter. The moral of my story? Take care of yourself and be honest about what you are able to handle. If it’s not working, then change it, but don’t let misconceptions guide your path. It took me three babies to get it right – but I am so glad I didn’t give up!

-Amber Lynn Wyatt-