Evelyn refused to nurse for the first five hours of her life. I tried everything I could think of.  I squirted milk on her lips and under her nose.  I hovered my nipple directly in front of her.  When she rooted, →MORE...

Dear Evie, Three weeks ago, you joined our family in a whirlwind.  One minute your sister and I were napping together on the couch and the next minute (or four hours later, whatever) I was squeezing Grandma’s hand pushing you into →MORE...

Last week Donald and I took our daughters out for an errands run and on our way home our car wound up behind a bus.  The bus was advertising a local community college program.  One half of the advertisement had the →MORE...

*** I know that talking about postpartum is not everybody’s cup of tea, so here!  Look!  Gratuitous picture of a cute kid in the laundry basket! During my first pregnancy, everybody imparted parenting opinions and regaled me with birth stories, but →MORE...

When Charlotte was an infant, one of the women I most deeply respect in my family told me that in her opinion when a mother is still nursing a child who can walk and talk, she is doing it for herself.  →MORE...