Breastfeeding

Apr 12, 2010
When Charlotte was born, she was placed on my chest within minutes.  She rooted and she latched onto my nipple and THAT MOMENT remains the single most excruciating pain that I have ever endured.  I had just pushed that child out →MORE...

Charlotte can crawl.  She can support her body on her hands and knees and shuffle them haphazardly forward in pursuit of a toy.  Or a book.  Or my boobs. Usually my boobs. But it turns out that crawling takes effort and →MORE...

When Donald and I started on the path of homemade baby food, we decided that we were going to follow our own pattern of food introduction.  And we did.  We waited until we felt that Charlotte was giving us cues that →MORE...

When I asked her if she had nursed her babies, she looked at me bewildered.  “Oh, no!” she shook her head.  “No, breastfeeding just seems so unnatural.  It sort of revolts me.” Wow, I thought.  WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT?! →MORE...

It seems like I am constantly running into mothers whose children are grown and gone.  Enjoy it, they tell me, because this will pass quickly.  Cherish her while she is small, they say, because soon she will have a tiny one →MORE...