Nearly 18 months. That’s how long Emma and I have been at this breastfeeding thing. More than twice as long as I breastfed Joshua. Longer than I imagined and also somehow not. And I’m starting to have a hard time with it. Since she turned one, maybe even before then, I’ve practiced “Don’t offer, don’t…
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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…
Breastfeeding a Toddler
I was looking through photos on my computer the other day and came across this one, taken by Jill last August in New York. While part of me sort of let out a tiny little cry at how small Emma was, another part of me reached out and gave a giant pat on the back. My goal…
Mom’s Night In
I knew so much more about being a mom four years ago than I do right now. You know? Before I was actually a mom? Before I was a mom, I planned on regular outings with my girlfriends. Regular “girl’s nights” where we gabbed and drank wine and, I dunno, painted each other’s nails or…