Following Rowan’s birth, I was separated—with the exception of a few small visits, during which she did not really ask to nurse—from my middle child for four days and three nights. 678 more words
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as eloise’s first month with us as a newborn comes to a close (on wednesday, good grief!) and we embark on her second month as a full-fledged infant, i’ve been reflecting on this transition for our family. 961 more words
The time has come, and I am no longer a nursing mother. Just like that.
My breasts have been in full production mode for more than three years, and though I had never nursed a child for my previous 36 years of life, this had become such a deep part of my identity that I almost feel like I’ve lost a bit of myself. 470 more words
The dumb shit I’ve heard about breastfeeding… oh, I could fill a book. It is always surprising to me to read and hear the massive amount of misinformation circulating about something that has been around since the beginning of time. 1,771 more words
Where do I even begin? I wrote up some of this story while in the hospital watching The Golden Girls and reveling in the WTF just happened? 620 more words