...knowing that no matter how tired/cranky/stressed out my lo is, boobie makes him feel safe enough to calm down and fall asleep.
...not giving a hoot about NIP with no cover because latching on correctly with one is near impossible, leading to a momma in pain and a p.o'ed lo
...not caring if my nursing pads were visible under my shirt, since a completely wet t-shirt would have been even MORE noticeable.
...you walk around with dried milk stains on your shirt from the f%$% pad slipped just a teeny bit off the nipple.
...not worrying about said stains since you are now an expert at milk stain removal.
...you do anything to keep up your supply. Like not even breathing in mint gum, shunning anything with sage and drinking copious amounts of fennel and taking fenugreek tablets everywhere.
...thinking of the inevitability of weaning, you feel so sad and depressed that you grab your lo and offer boobie to snap out of it.
...you realize that most people and books on nursing don't know anything about actually nursing. They just repeat the same (incorrect) crap, like bf being ok only every 2 hours.
...people ask if your lo is off the boob yet (asked at 3 mos) and you have this urge to clobber them, then lecture them on how lo's should be bf for at least 2 years.
...you look at how much milk banks charge per ounce of bm and, looking down, realize you have a gold mine in your bra.
...you tell dh that you are earning at least the cost of formula each month your lo bf, and that that should count when figuring out how much income each person brings in.
...you check to see if your lo got any hindmilk, completely oblivious to where you are aiming. (yep, got sisters, dh, the laptop....)
...seeing milk from any other animal makes you a bit squeamish, thinking how that is supposed to go to their young, not you. Then you wonder how the world would be if women would pump milk to be consumed by others instead. And the thought doesn't seem so far out, lol.
...both your dh & your lo are completely entranced at the sight of boobies out in the open. At the same time.
...your lo lets you know he wants to nurse by staring fixedly at the girls, repeatedly dive bombing them and tugging on your shirt. All at once. And in public too. And you don't mind at all.