It’s been a busy week, and I am overwhelmed by the people I have met in the course of it. I’ve always been a big fan of female bonding, and now more than ever, I am reminded of how many truly strong, amazing women that there are in the world. Well, more specific to my situation right now, in the Phoenix Metro area. A fortuitous serious of events led me to meeting the amazing Mrs. M, rock star breastfeeding mamma of two and an all around generous, fun, and gorgeous lady. Mrs. M is my new friend, and I am so thankful both TO her and FOR her.
I met Mrs. M though her hubby Mr. M. He owns the management company from whom we rent our house. He came to do the 6-month inspection on our residence, and we just wound up chatting for about an hour. He was so kind and easy to talk to. P and I just adored him. When Mr. M heard we were adopting, he kindly offered to put me in touch with the amazing Mrs. M. Then he hesitated for a moment and said, “you’re adopting so your probably can’t breastfeed, right?” It was a bold question from a man to a woman he had just met, but not from a supportive man whose wife is so serious about breastfeeding. Then I told him I fully intended to try my best, to which he said, “Then you MUST talk to my wife!” Mrs. M called me just a few days later.
Mrs. M and I chatted for a while, and in this very information packed phone call, she had signed me up for a local breast-feeding mammas group (with a few adoptive moms in that mix), invited me to her home, and offered to pump milk for our son. Um… superwoman. I spoke to Mrs. M for 20 minutes, and she just decided that she would do this until my supply comes in or for as long as she can.
A day after we spoke, I received a text message with a photo of her first bottle of milk for our baby. P and I stared at the photo in awe. This generous woman whom I had not yet met sat at a pump and made food for our son. One cannot put donor breast milk on a baby registry. It can only be given by certain women at certain times in their lives, and it is truly a gift. Every single ounce is a gift. My eyes were far from dry.
A few days later, I went to meet Mrs. M and her two adorable kiddos at there home in North Phoenix. Girl power at its finest, she just sat and answered questions about parenting that I didn’t even know I had while we played with her kids surrounded by stickers and glitter glue. It’s not easy to make friends as an adult, but I definitely have found one in Mrs. M. If you read this, lady- you’ve changed my life in a huge way.
Other news for this week-I will go to my first La Leche League meeting. Yes, I am totally nervous. Again, I will be in a room with breastfeeding moms or very pregnant ladies. I will stick out like a sore thumb and I won’t know a soul, but I’m doing it anyway! If I am going to really do this, I have to jump in with both feet. Scared or not, here I go.
I’ve met some really amazing women in the last seven days, and I have talked to others on the phone for hours. These women have opened their hearts and their schedules to help, advise and befriend little ol’ me in this time of craziness, and I am overflowing with gratitude. In my freezer right now, I have 500 ounces of donated milk for our baby from 3 different women who took the time to give this gift to our family, one of whom will be a long term donor. I’m amazed.
I could not imagine my life without the strong female relationships that I hold so dear. Long live girl power.