My youngest and most likely my LAST baby turned two this weekend. TWO! As in she’s a toddler and not even a baby anymore. That’s her above, nursing her baby doll. Monkey see, monkey do. At two years old, she’s still nursing at bedtime every night that I’m home. I told myself, and her that
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Disclaimer: Dammit Jim, I’m a … uh, not a doctor. None of the following should be taken as medical advice! Also, this is not a paid endorsement for Strattera. If the drug doesn’t work out, I will be ditching it and will be back on here to tell you how miserable the experience was.
As a person who has complained in the past about the lack of resources for moms who exclusively (or mostly) pump breast milk, I was intrigued this week when I came across an article about pumping. When I saw the title, “The Unseen Consequences of Pumping Breastmilk,” I was hopeful. It seemed like my incredibly
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
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
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
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
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
I wanted to tell you something pithy and sweet about breastfeeding; anything I put down just came across as insincere and trite. The truth is, nursing a child is not something easily done, or easily explained. I find the whole experience so contradictory, a few neatly packaged words aren’t enough. Breastfeeding is the most foreign
Since the moment I discovered I was pregnant 15 months ago, life has been full of surprises, both amazing and… less amazing. I could write volumes on this topic, but I narrowed it down to my top 8 for your consideration. I am in no way trying to say that this list encompasses the most shocking
