If a photographer really wanted to capture what it's like to breastfeed, there would be endless images of exhausted moms scrolling through their phones in bed at 3am while doing it. Or attempting to do anything while attached to a double breast-pump. Or wincing in pain because the baby's teeth are starting to come in. But why show reality, when we can all pretend that breastfeeding is something we all only do in nature. Surrounded by flowers. That's just prettier.
I'm a little terrified that I'm lost in this flower labyrinth, but we'll be okay.
I'm so glad I brought you to this poppy field at dawn, instead of just sitting on the couch like I had planned.
I'm exhausted from hiking to this desolate field to feed you, but at least there's a nice breeze.
I'm so glad I remembered to bring my book to this desolate daisy dirt field.
I love it when we go hiking so I can breastfeed in the woods, as nature intended.
Damn. I should've brought my sling so I'd be hands-free to finish this dandelion crown.
Hurry! Someone tell her she's supposed to be in a field of flowers, not on a golf course.
I breastfed two children for a grand total of two years between them and I never once breastfed in a field. With the wind blowing in my hair. And the sun kissing my shoulders. Weird. I must have missed that memo.