Why I am Relieved World Breastfeeding Week is Over

Aug 13, 2014 by

I swear I started writing this during World Breastfeeding Week, but for a variety of reasons didn’t finish. I debated whether to even post this, being that we’ve likely reached our limit on boobie stories. But then I thought, everyone has a different experience with feeding their newborn, and as much as you may have read or heard, you don’t know my story. Maybe you can relate, maybe not. Regardless, I am one of the millions (billions?) of women that have an experience with, and an opinion on breast feeding. So alas, my (late) post on World Breastfeeding Week.

 First of all, when I found out it was World Breast Feeding Week, I cringed. And that reaction surprised me. Wasn’t I confident in my decision to stop breast feeding after 8 weeks? Apparently I wasn’t. Of all the articles, blog posts, TV bits on the subject, the overall message I received was “Breast is best; however breast feeding is not always feasible, and in that case, whatever works best for mother and baby is best.” This is a wonderful, supportive message. And yet. And yet I still feel guilty.

This Is Why I Blog!

Aug 11, 2014 by

Last Friday, I had the opportunity to appear on NBC Connecticut with Melanie to talk about World Breastfeeding Week!  The whole thing was pretty unreal.  Seriously, if you had told me a year ago that I would be on live TV, let alone writing for this incredible site, I never would have believed it.  Life is funny, right?  Melanie posted some of her follow-up thoughts in her Saturday post, so now it’s my turn.

Me and Melanie with Kerri-Lee after our segment.  (photo courtesy of Melissa Muszynski)

Me and Melanie with Kerri-Lee after our segment.  Kerri-Lee seemed SO TALL in person, but looking at this, I think I’m actually quite a bit taller than her without heels!  Ugh, tall people problems. (photo courtesy of Melissa Muszynski)

Breastfeeding, Formula Feeding, and Saying Yes to Opportunities

Aug 9, 2014 by

Emily and I were on NBC30 yesterday to discuss World Breastfeeding Week; you can check out the video here.

In my post this week, I discuss some further thoughts I had about breastfeeding vs. formula, our mission of non-judgment toward the parenting choices of others, and about how I almost passed up the opportunity to go on the news to discuss this topic because of my overflowing case load at work.

I can’t figure out how to embed the link to YouTube directly, so please go here for my exciting video post!  I can barely use my iPhone, let alone YouTube, so I can’t guarantee much in terms of the quality of your viewing experience.


A Story for World Breastfeeding Week

Aug 4, 2014 by

World Breastfeeding Week is August 1-7, which is most definitely something to celebrate.  Yes, let’s promote awareness of breastfeeding issues, work to normalize and desexualize it, and support nursing moms by posting breastfeeding pics!  I have to admit, though, I’m feeling a little… Bitter?  Jealous?  Cheated?  Ambivalent?  It’s some combination of those, but I don’t think there’s quite a word for it.  I have written before about the fact that, though I was determined to nurse my daughter, it didn’t exactly work out as planned.  I mostly pumped to feed her for the first eight-and-a-half months of her life (I just quit two weeks ago), and even though she got breast milk like I wanted her to, it wasn’t how or as much as I wanted.  A year ago when I was so naïve and a tiny bit smug about parenthood, when I complained about my poor sleep quality because of that tiny human who was chilling out – tiny, silent, demanding nothing, mostly asleep – in my belly, I thought I would be celebrating World Breastfeeding Week with my exclusively breastfed infant.  And the fact that that’s not the case makes me sad.

32 Longs

Aug 4, 2014 by

Oh girls. I remember you before we even met. I spent my nights dreaming of having you. I read, “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret,” a million times. I watched my friends start wearing bras and still I had nothing. I remember finally having something to show for myself in middle school when I got a bathing suit with a little padding. In high school, I was jealous of those with cleavage. While others searched for just the right strapless bra to wear under their Colorguard uniform, I finally began to appreciate my smaller breasts.

Finally after the Freshman 15 gave me a little more shape and I felt more secure with my long-term boyfriend, I embraced my smaller chest. I took the girls to see Phish and Widespread Panic. I didn’t show them to the crowd, but I didn’t restrain them much either. I could dance without black eyes. I enjoyed many a cute halter-top at a summer festival.

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