Thank you for all of the support last week when I wrote about finally making the call to a therapist for help in dealing with my anxiety. It was a really tough call to make, but I know it was the right call. I think the right calls are usually the tough ones, you know?…
breastfeeding
World Breastfeeding Week
The first week of August is World Breastfeeding Week. Emma and I are almost 16 months into breastfeeding with no signs of slowing. When she wants to nurse, she climbs into my lap, slaps my boobs, and then signs “please.” She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it. All day…
Don’t Quit On Your Worst Day
At this point with Joshua, he was totally off the boob. He’d decided he couldn’t be bothered to drink from the tap because he didn’t have to work as hard with bottles. I was exclusively pumping and he was combination fed. I knew exactly how much he was getting and how often. He’d sleep for…
The seedy underboob of breastfeeding
Now that it’s been a full 24 hours, I think it’s safe to talk about my yesterday. You see, I breastfeed. (Not new information, bee tee dub.) And sometimes, breastfeeding has a Dark Side. Yesterday, I used the Force (gravity) to conquer the Dark Side of breastfeeding. That Dark Side? A Plugged Duct. Yesterday, I…
Nobody puts baby in a corner
August 1-7 is World Breastfeeding Week. If you saw me at BlogHer this past weekend, or follow me in basically any circle of social media, I took Emma with me to New York. Part of the reason, actually the main reason, is because she’s exclusively breastfed. With Joshua, I pumped exclusively for about four months….