I Created This Because I Was in Pain, Overwhelmed, and Craving Support

Feeding is often described as “beautiful” and something that would come naturally.
But for me, it was overwhelming, physically, emotionally, and mentally.

Our first feed wasn’t skin to skin, it was through a tube in special care.
It was me sitting 1 day postpartum being told my nipples “weren’t made for feeding”. 
To try a nipple shield. In the middle of a pandemic, trying to make sense of it all.

I wanted to breastfeed so badly. But it hurt.
Plugged ducts. Vasospasms. Tongue ties. Milk blebs.
A staph infection. Nipple thrush. Four months of feeding through pain.
Toe curling pain, the dread of feeding.
And all while trying to recover from birth and a horrific HG filled pregnancy.

One night, desperate to “boost my supply,” (because that is what I read online) 
I ate a bunch of lactation cookies.
Loaded with sugar. I literally pooed my pants one week postpartum.
My thrush flared from antibiotics during labour.
I sat alone each night, trying to figure out how to make this journey easier.

It was then I realised:
There was nothing on the market that supported my feeding journey without making something else worse. That didn’t fearmonger with a narrative that if I ate something, my milk would increase and I would “breastfeed better”.
Lactation cookies seemed to give me plugged ducts
Lactation cookies seemed to give me thrush
There was nothing that would go further, to support me as a mother.
So I could support my children.
So I made it.

Mama Bites are the snack I needed, and couldn’t find.
Not just for supply. Not just for milk, but for mums.

I created these to support plugged ducts, not trigger them.
To replenish your body with real nutrients, not overload you with sugar.
To help your immune system when you’re running on empty.
To support your microbiome.
To support your recovery.
To be something you can actually enjoy, even if you’re crying mid-feed (even though I hope desperately that you aren’t).

I fed my son for 18 months.
My daughter for over 2 years, through postpartum depression, lip and tongue ties, and learning to stop putting so much pressure on myself.
And I’m still learning. Each and everyday. 

Feeding (and motherhood) is complex.
It’s messy. Emotional. Beautiful. And sometimes deeply lonely.
But you don’t have to do it unsupported.

This is for you, mama.
The late-night feeder. The pump-and-go mummy. The combo feeder. The formula mama.
The one figuring it out as you go.
You’re doing better than you think.
Let us love your boobs back.