Review: Mother’s Milk Tea


Major Key Alert!

Ok, I love reviewing products, in my mind. I haven’t posted any yet, but I will and I will make a habit of it.

So I have had this issue with my breasts and my milk, lol. At first it was way too much and my boobs were little mountains. I mean, they were hard, and painful and they baby just couldn’t keep up. I pumped initially but found that was only making the problem worst (that is a topic for another blog post). Long story short, I was ungrateful of my milk production. I wanted it to die down. I was researching everything on the internet to make it stop. I stopped soothing myself by standing in the stream of a hot shower every morning… that was making it worse.

Now… now that I have returned to work and I want all the milk I can make to build up a stock for the end time… now the milk has slowed down. Baby has no problem getting her fill but I can only pump off 5 oz at a time. I’m at work in my call room twisting and contorting my breasts to squeeze out the last drop and I know that can’t be good aesthetically. So, I took to google again to find the answer. If you can see by now, google is my bestest friend… frenemy at time though.

So I read about the Mother Milk with fenugreek an active ingredient and mild galactogogue (meaning it stimulates your body to produce milk). I heard all types of things, from horrible smell to horrible taste and uselessness and over-priced. Being that I was desperate I decided to give it a try. I went to Whole Foods and picked up a box for $3.99. I’m sure I could have found a cheaper box somewhere else but you always need an excuse to go to Whole Foods so I used it. Not to mention they were handing out free wine and cheese to everyone waiting in line, I resisted because it was my lunch break. I also didn’t want dirty looker from the onlooker who would see me throwing back shots of wine with Mother’s Milk Tea in my other hand. Welp.


Mother’s Milk Tea – Traditional Medicinals

Preparation: I boiled water in my electric teapot. Dropped a tea bag in a cup and poured. Let it sit for 10 minutes. Added 2 cubes of ice. Enjoyed.

Taste: I drink my coffee black. That is all. I don’t think you care what anything tastes like to me after I have informed you of this. Needless to say, the tea had really no taste. Not compared to a strong cup of dark roast Startbuck’s coffee or a potent glass of Merlot. It tasted like tea, watery herbs, light and airy.

Smell: Really? It smelled like tea. I suppose it could have smelled like licorice… if I knew what that smelled like or if I had smell senses. Which I don’t.

Now for the most important part.

Does it work?

It worked FOR ME. Yes, about 48 or so hours after my first drink I was engorged. Engorged in my weak breast, my limp breast, the lil breast that lagged behind and produced an oz less of milk than my leader, winner, golden star breast. I made 8oz in one sitting. Yes, a good 3 oz more. And as long as I kept drinking the tea I made about 4-5oz off each breast every time I pumped. That is a victory so suggest you give it a try. That is all.


Running A Half Marathon – 3 months PP

You can do anything you put your mind to. Seriously.

There is no imaginary timing that is right. There is no imaginary starting line. You just wake up, take a breath and go. That is how I live my life. I go. I challenge myself. I don’t let anyone tell me that I can’t (in fact that is a surefire way to push me further into the task.)

I am running a half marathon, and I am giving myself 8 weeks to train. That is because I had to sit out for 4 weeks and let my uterus simmer down, but soon as I got the ok I hit the pavement. It won’t be my first. I really like running, it can be relaxing when you aren’t getting injured or feeling like your lungs are on fire. I can’t say it wasn’t challenging. My first run I felt like I hadn’t run in years. I ran 13 minute miles and got home and laid on the floor shaking. Then I bled like a… I don’t even want to think of a simile for that, just know that I bled and I was scared. But I got up and ran following that like a fool. I let my beloved talk me into running a half marathon with them and that is where I am now.

I am breastfeeding, pumping, studying, researching, interview and looking like somebodies scarecrow running down Broadway St at 6:35 pm with a hydration belt strapped around my waist. I am crazy, it is confirmed but guess what? I like it. I like the look people give me when I tell them what I am doing to keep my shape.

I haven’t died yet. I’m still here. Still running.

My race is October 30th, I have bought my new shoes and I’m breaking them in. I’m not bleeding anymore and I have got some endurance under my hydration belt. I feel good, I feel the best than I have felt for a while even after an 8 mile run. I feel invincible and I’m googling more upcoming races because I’m not gonna let this go again.

Corset training after delivery…


I wore a waist-trainer. Literally 12 hours after giving birth vaginally. It was hard to get into and my husband helped me keep my balance as I pulled like my life depended on it. The last thing I wanted to see in the mirror when I got home was that Buddha pooch. I mean, nothing is wrong with a Buddha pooch, I just didn’t want to see it on me. So I did my research and purchased a waist trainer. But not just any waist trainer. I purchased a weight trainer that was specially geared towards women who had just deliverered babies.

There were all sorts of corsets on the site, corsets for status post vaginal deliveries and cesarean sections of course. The corset actually works like a belly binder and is good for healing especially after a cesarean. It pulls you torso back up into a normal position so that you can heal appropriately, not to mean it keeps you tight so that you maintain your posture and don’t overeat.

I can’t say that my Bellefit corset was the secret to my success. I’m sure as I say many, many times… genetics is something you shouldn’t ignore. But I will say, if given the opportunity I will wear my postpartum corset after every pregnancy. I wore it faithfully 12 hours a day for a few weeks and by the time I saw my OB my uterus had shrunken down deep into my pelvis and she was impressed. It also gave me confidence as I strutted around in my pre-pregnancy jeans and tops 🙂

One thing you have to have in that hospital bag is you postpartum corset! Don’t leave home without it. Have you used a post-partum corset? How do you feel about? Leave your comments below.