Baby Mermy has transformed breastfeeding into a most engaging activity. For him. For instance, he loves to blow air bubbles on my breast instead of drinking (having the added bonus of causing let down that he has absolutely no interest in drinking – cue milk sprays and milk-covered clothes). Or he loses interest in drinking because other things are catching his eye and attention (damn you, shadows!) and doesn’t drain the breast completely. As much as I love that he’s enjoying himself, the unfortunate side effect is that I sometimes end up with plugged milk ducts, and they are about as much fun as being jabbed in the nipple by a baby who screams bloody murder when you try to cut his nails. Not exactly the way I would like to spend my days. When you are in pain from plugged milk ducts (and believe me, they are quite uncomfortable), the last thing you want to do is undertake research on how to alleviate your pain. Not to worry! I have listed some methods that have worked for me and I hope will help you too. Keep this page bookmarked so that you can reference it quickly when in need! Continue reading
Breastfeeding is not always easy nor does it always come as naturally as one would hope. As I said here, it took me a little while to adjust to breastfeeding, but I am so glad that I continued despite the pain and discomfort. I have now been breastfeeding my son for over 9 months, and will continue to do so until Baby Mermy decides to wean himself off. To celebrate World Breastfeeding Week and the pledge to breastfeed in public, I want to share my experiences and thoughts on breastfeeding in public.
Before and during pregnancy, I was very nervous about how I would breastfeed my baby in public. How could I just pull my boob out to feed my little nursling? How would I drape myself in the nursing cover? What if I exposed my boob, side-boob, or any part thereof? Should I get the one that allowed me to peek down at Baby Mermy or should I get the one that draped like a scarf? Papa Mermy and I discussed bottle feeding breast milk when I started to feel overwhelmed (pregnancy hormones probably didn’t help), but that didn’t feel like the right solution for us either. Continue reading
When Baby Mermy was born, I asked my midwife if the manual on how to raise him had also come out along with him. She laughed; I was only half-kidding. Maybe not entirely a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type of situation, raising a child is definitely an experimental process.
Oh so when you are crabby, you want only this boob? Ok, got it.
Ok, so this high-pitched wailing means you want your nappy changed, not that you are hungry, sleepy, tired, or gassy.
Oh, so you are upset because the wipe is too cold? One warm wipe coming up (hastily rubbing wipe between hands to “warm” it up)!
You get the picture. Continue reading