Category Archives: breastfeeding

dreams and coffee

Every single time I make a pot of coffee, I think of mom. She was, if possible, worse at waking than I am. I remember being trained as a kid to make her coffee. We had a scooper that, filled to heaping corresponded to two cups of water. Because of the silly private language we [...]

quick breastfeeding postling

Bones was notable for me last night, not only because the episode touched on the “Third World, USA” nature of the WV economy, but because there was a baby and much matter-of-fact talk of breastfeeding. I was amused. Booth was squirmy.

The state of my* boobs at the moment is still the same- the only nursing [...]

puddle of melted mommy

OhMahGoddess look what I found:

So, now that I have looked at this and made googley eyes at it and did not burst into tears, we know that I am definitely OK with weaning Seriously, if there were any doubts I would have just died. It does sorta make me have new baby lust. [...]

timing

Bird: *tweaks my nipple* Heheheeee!
Daisymama: No! No pinching.
Bird: Num-a-num! Heheheheheeee!
Daisymama: Wanna nursey?
Bird: *looks at me as if I’ve just stepped out of a spaceship* Hehehee, no…
Daisymama: Hmm. Is Boo suddenly too grown up for nummies?
Bird: *emphatic nod* Uh- HUH! Wah-yee?
Daisymama: Okaaaaay… *hands Bird sippy*
The thing with timing is…
Mid-August 2005, we decided we would start trying [...]

weaning immanent?

Tonight is the fifth night in a row the Bird went to sleep without her num-a-num. It’s the third night I actually put her to bed myself. (!) Yesterday there was no nursing from wake up until the wee hours this morning. Today so far there was only one quick attempt, when she latched on [...]

the world of me progresses thusly:

Art Update
My nursing dyad* models will be at our photo studio (a.k.a. my dining room, with everything shoved against one wall while the backdrop is set up on the opposite wall and the light stands are surrounded by bump-happy dog and toddler life forms) tomorrow morning.
I haven’t even started the actual piece and I have [...]

pregnant daddy

Sometimes I think something so quintessentially me that I giggle at myself as I race to blog it. Today’s bit of That’s Soooo DaisyBones:
I read the details about a transgender man who is carrying a child after having partial reassignment surgery that left his female reproductive system intact. My reaction? Oh! I wish I could be a breastmilk [...]

baby free- what to do?

The grandies have their grandson for the overnight, so they want to have the Boo* sleep-over too. I’m so OK with that I just can’t even describe my contentedness. Remember when she was under one and I would have a panic attack if she spent the night with them? Yeah. Things are different at 22 [...]

shameless…

Clever itty little post about toddler num-a-nums at Wabi Sabi Mamas

and today i like being a nursing mom again

I have my awesomest bra, the one I wrote about yesterday with the heels & stuff? It’s a black push-up-y thing with adorable embroidered bright flowers, but less obnoxious than it sounds. Anyway, of course it’s underwired and not nursing friendly. Consequently, the Birdy has never seen it.
After work yesterday, I came home and she [...]