Motherhood should be called "The Art of One-Handedness." Seriously. It's amazing the things I can now do with only one hand - the other hand, of course, being occupied with holding Brennan. Weeding, eating fairly complex meals, feeding the cats (which involves opening a fairly large container), putting on socks, even using the bathroom. It's astounding how talented I didn't even know I am.
I also have a beef with a certain very popular yet will remain unnamed company that specializes in nursing accessories. Their nursing bras are made for decidedly two-handed people. How on earth they expect a mom to quickly and unobtrusively reattach her apparal when the apparatus involves sliding a tiny little latch thing into a tiny little compartment thing - the compartment thing, of course, attaches to the bra at only one end, leaving the majority of it to flop up and down in abject avoidance of ever accepting the latch thing. On rare occasions I have managed to cajole the compartment thing into remaining calm enough to sneak the little latch thing back in, but most of the time I had to lay baby down, use my other hand, stabilize the mechanism, connect it all, and THEN go on with life.
Enough is enough. I bought another brand of nursing bra.
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