Meet Our Club Owner
hi, i’m simone!
I’m a stay-at-home mom to boy-girl twins, Hazel and Dakota, and the mama behind Milk Mommy Club.
Motherhood has been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced—but it has also been one of the loneliest.
Becoming a twin mom changed every part of me: my body, my relationships, my priorities, my confidence, and the way I saw myself. My days became a blur of bottles, pumping, formula, diapers, feeding schedules, crying babies, and constantly wondering whether I was doing enough.
For an entire year, I measured so much of my motherhood in milliliters and ounces. Dakota breastfed, but Hazel never latched. I pumped, supplemented with formula, counted every drop, and carried so much guilt over something that was never supposed to determine whether I was a good mom.
At the same time, I was discovering just how isolating motherhood can feel—especially when you don’t have a big group of friends nearby or other moms who truly understand the season you’re in.
There were so many days when I desperately wanted someone to talk to. Someone who understood the exhaustion, the overstimulation, the identity loss, and the postpartum emotions. Someone who understood how it feels to love your babies more than anything while still missing pieces of who you used to be.
Milk Mommy Club was created from that loneliness.
I wanted to build something that made moms feel seen. A place where no one has to explain how they fed their baby, defend the choices they made to survive, or pretend motherhood is beautiful every second of the day.
This is more than clothing. It’s a reminder that even on the days when you feel invisible, overwhelmed, or completely alone, there is an entire club of moms out there who get it.
I’m so happy you’re here.
This Club Was Never About How You Feed Them
Breastfed, exclusively pumped, combo-fed, formula-fed, or changed the plan a hundred times just trying to get through the day, you belong here.
Milk Mommy Club isn’t about doing motherhood one “right” way. It’s for the moms washing bottles at midnight, measuring scoops half-asleep, tracking every milliliter or ounce, leaking through shirts, and carrying the invisible weight of keeping a tiny human fed, safe, and loved.
These aren’t just T-shirts. They’re a reminder that behind every feeding journey is a mom who gave everything she had, even when she worried it wasn’t enough.
Different bottles. Different bodies. Different stories. Same club.