Love, bubs and life on our little farm

I love Miranda Kerr - I think she is so pretty and so dignified. I also remember her when I was an awkward early teen reading Dolly and she won the Model Competition, I swear she still looks just as young (I don't!).

She also had a whopper baby which I can relate to - I had a 9 pounder too. And I love this pic that she has released as her newborn shot. I's bliss, it sums up everything you feel snuggling with your newborn in bed resting. And of course being Miranda, she looks as beautiful on the outside as the rest of us feel on in the inside when doing this.

And even better she is breastfeeding in the picture. I love breastfeeding and I am big pro-breastfeeder. And of course I understand that some women despite how hard they try just can't. And that is fine, because happy Mum and happy bub are all that matter when you get down to it.

But pictures like this are great because they reinforce to the uneducated public that breastfeeding a baby is normal and that gee you can't see any more boob than a cleavagey top or in a bikini. My pet hate is people that think you should hide away to breastfeed. I refuse to feed my baby in a cold tiled parents room that stinks like nappy bins and is loud and echoey. I have always happily sat down on a quiet bench at the shops, under a tree at the park or ordered myself a hot chocolate and settled in at a cafe to feed my baby. I wouldn't know if I bothered anyone or not because frankly I never cared enough to look around to see who is or isn't watching. My breast is not on show - my bubs have always attached quickly and easily. When they were fussier as newborns it was Winter both times, and I often wore a light scarf as part of my outfit anyway which is handy for draping over the feeding side. My babies hated having their heads covered with feeding wraps (and fair enough too!) so I never bothered with that.

And I have to say I would often choose to feed at Coffee Club Cafes as they always display an Australian Breastfeeding Association sticker on their entry door. I loved that little reinforcement that they were actively welcoming a feeding Mum.

I think the worst I have ever felt was when at a friends place, who also had a breastfeeding baby, I was feeding and chatting in the kitchen, when her husband walked in. He saw me feeding, looked mortified and ran out as fast as he could. He then wouldn't come back inside to fetch the sausages for the BBQ until I was finished. I felt so uncomfortable, like I was doing something wrong. I then found out that my friend fed in her bedroom if there was "male company" in the house as she put it. Far out, I felt like we were in Victorian England!

Perhaps it is the fact that I was brought up in a hippy area near Byron Bay but breastfeeding is so natural and normal to me, I am quite disappointed when I meet people who think the opposite.

So props to Miranda in all her glowing new Motherhood. Because she has released a photo that "male company" is sure to see and it is just so perfect and sweet.