Living. And loving. And hurting.
I keep messaging, texting, tweeting and talking on the phone about this with people. I can never remember whom I’ve told what, and how much they know, so I really want to get it all in one place. From the start, Ruby has been unusual. At birth, she latched right away, and nursed like a pro. But it became evident… Read More
I hate that term. Nipple confusion. Ruby is not confused. She knows exactly what she wants. She wants the nipple from a bottle, and putting the breast in her mouth makes her ANGRY. I have asked and asked for advice and help. I have spoken to numerous lactation consultants. Other breastfeeding moms. Internet websites. Anything I can find. There are… Read More
Okay, so here’s the deal. I just spent 2 hours getting Ruby to sleep, so I’m going to sit here and pound out a blog post. If she wakes up, I’m hitting submit, regardless of where the post is standing. Shit. Yeah, I’m writing about poop again. The low-down – Ruby doesn’t poop. From day one, she has never pooped… Read More
I always knew I would breastfeed my children. Literally, always. I remember being very young, around 5 years old, and finding out that my boobies were meant to feed a baby some day. I was absolutely amazed, couldn’t WAIT for that to happen, and would hold all of my dolls up to my chest to ‘nurse’. I remember very distinctly… Read More
We are eight days into January already. Eight days into the year two-thousand ten. A little over a month and a half until my son turns one year old. And it scares the crap out of me. When does it stop? Will there ever be a point in my life where I hope he grows up FASTER? I’m sure it… Read More
What about lost milk? I decided, way back when I decided to breastfeed my children, that I would want to nurse them until they were at least 6 months old. To me, that seemed like an eternity… I would probably be sick to death of nursing by then. Gosh, who wouldn’t? I think I decided this at the tender age… Read More
