I didn’t have oversupply with my first baby, but oh man did I have it with my second. It took about six weeks after his birth for my body to adjust, and for the two of us to get into a breastfeeding groove. Before that point, nursing him was stressful, and I couldn't take a break from that feeling since he nursed every two to three hours. To make matters worse, I suffered through some embarrassing moments having to do with my oversupply. Apparently the exhaustion, anxiety, and fears that come with new motherhood just weren't enough.
During that time, oversupply ruled my life. I hated leaving the house, because I had to prepare for the wayward spray of milk if I was going to nurse him. Dealing with oversupply meant that I needed more space to breastfeed, since I would invariably create a wet spot or have to re-position my baby to make sure he didn’t get smacked in the face with a stream of milk. It took so much effort just to feed my son and not make a mess of it.
I know I should never, ever feel embarrassed about anything I do to provide nourishment for my baby, but there were just some moments about having oversupply that were awkward, and even humiliating. Still, I’m glad I powered through them. Plus, those six weeks of contending with an overabundance of milk were nothing in the grand scheme of my mostly positive experience breastfeeding my son for his first two years, even when I found myself in moments like these: