Both of my kids have been breastfed. Well, kind of. With Eleanore, I didn't have the assistance I needed in the beginning, and no matter how bad I wanted her to latch on, it just wasn't happening. So for her, I pumped. After 6 months of being hooked up to uncomfortable plastic suction cups, for
3 hours a day, we switched her to formula. With Charlie though, I was determined. I wasn't going to give up so easily. Within seconds of being put into my arms, he latched on. I mean, he
really latched on. At 8 months old, he weighs 25 pounds,
that's how hard he latched on,
haha.
I don't nurse my
fat baby in public, I go into a dressing room, or sit in the car and do it (
any mother who has nursed a baby in the front seat of a car deserves an award, by the way, framed and bedazzled). Not because I can't, its perfectly legal- I could. I just don't want to. Those nursing cover cape things, yeah
that's not going to work for me. I need my own personal tent set up. But when I'm at home, even outside in the driveway or on the porch,
Beware of Boob. At this point, I can't keep track of who has or hasn't seen my chest. I give the neighbors the
courtesy of turning my chair around so that we're not facing
their front window, but if you've been to my house in the last couple of months, you know I'm not shy about it.
The other day I was out on the porch with the family, our next door neighbor and her daughter were over playing, we were all enjoying the break from the heat that we've recently had here in Texas, and then- hunger struck. I did the usual, looked both ways to make sure nobody was staring directly at me, and then popped myself out of my bra and hushed the whining. There I am,
tra la la, the cool breeze is blowing through my desperately seeking a cut hair, I'm taking in nice deep breaths of autumn scented oxygen, la
di la-
OUCH! I screamed.
No, I literally screamed it.
Typically
, I can take pain. I'm the
queen of pain (
Alk3 anyone), dealing with both
Endometriosis and
IBS on a daily basis (
sometimes you have to throw in a little tmi, we're all friends here, right?), I can usually fly through the day with a couple of ibuprofen at my side, no problem. A headache comes along,
pffft, so what. I stub my toe... walk it off. But this?
I looked down at Charlie. He was smiling back up at me. Literally,
smiling. The little Vampire bit me. He
bit me,
and he liked it!
I've always wondered what it would feel like to get bitten by a vampire. Haven't we all (
I know at least half of you have, though it was probably an older, dark eyed, dull minded yet ridiculously good looking guy with a crazy vocabulary named Edward)? Well now I
have been, and
it sucked. Seriously, by far, the worst pain I've felt in months. I looked around again, this time hoping that somebody
was looking at me, having seen the evil grin poking out from behind the nipple, so that I could safely get away with my claim of sanity.
Of course, nobody had seen it. I then launched into an explanation for my shouting "
ow!" at the top of my lungs, which nobody cared about. The world was apparently, going on without me, despite
my 60 second pause and close encounter with death.
I guess sometimes it gets to a point where milk just
isn't enough, for a fat baby. Watch out Mama's, hes coming after you next.
Written by Tia for The Mama Dramalogues
I wanted to share my little monsters with y'all. The boy is 5 and the little pink one is 2 months.
do you think I'd be watching my kids? And forget about the fact that it's hard enough to find a sitter to watch my kids two weeks from now, let alone for the next two weeks starting tomorrow. At first I felt guilty, as I walked away from the courthouse, but then I was just annoyed. I stay home with my kids, I hardly have time for me, what makes you think I have extra time for you? Call me back in two years (because you know you will) and we'll talk then, but I shouldn't be made to feel guilty because I can't help you out now.
Love is definitely in the air at EtsyKids! Not only do we have a great design challenge going on...click here!...but a true love of mine, Modern Handmade Child, the fabulous online mag for all things lovely, coming to a computer near you February 1st! Now that's something to love!
Each month EtsyKids Team members are challenged to create a unique item within a chosen theme. This month's challenge, A whole lotta lovin', was picked by last month's winner thegirlyplace. EtsyKids members will have until January 19th to submit their entries, and voting will be open to everybody from Thursday, January 21st to Wednesday, January 27th. So, be sure to come back to the EtsyKids blog for a new post on the 21st to see all of the entries and VOTE! In the meantime, please click here to get a sneak peek at some exciting entries so far!
Congratulations to the winner of this month's challenge -2. Candy Cane Kisses - Red and white ballerina length LONG tutu by: thegirlyplace! The Girly Place is a store filled with beautiful things every little girl will adore - pretty shoes, hairpins, play food and beautiful tutus.
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