My son has stopped nursing to sleep. He’s 11 months old, so this creates a problem for me. How do I get him to become asleep?
I have a few neighbors and cousins who seem to have given birth to the sort of magical baby who will yawn, then the parents put the . . . → Read More: When Baby Stops Nursing to Sleep
There’s a GI bug circulating around…well, basically everywhere. It’s at my older son’s preschool. It’s all over my play group. I initially scoffed at this bug like I always do because say what you will about my older son–that kid has an iron stomach. He has never, ever vomited.
I smugly assumed my . . . → Read More: GI Bug Prescription: More Breastmilk
This morning, I nursed my son to sleep for his morning nap. He lay in my arms with one hand around my chest, the other hooked into my lower lip, nursing until his eyes rolled up in his head. Every now and again, fighting sleep, he’d shoot his lids open and stare into . . . → Read More: Breastfeeding Blog Hop: Why I Love Breastfeeding
I’ve created a pretty supportive community when it comes to breastfeeding. Our “parent friends” are all totally on board with breastfeeding as normal and, even if they don’t breastfeed beyond a year, so far everyone has been really accepting of my breastfeeding my toddler.
Now that my first born is three and in . . . → Read More: Normalizing Breastfeeding
By Andrea Summers
I was thrilled when Judy asked me to guest post about my home births to share with you all. I don’t have any amazing home birth stories like I read so many times, but each of my births hold a special place in my heart and I’m happy to briefly . . . → Read More: Homebirth: One Mom’s Journey Through Four Births
One of the only things I accurately predicted about new motherhood was that breastfeeding was something I couldn’t study from a book beforehand. Sure, I knew the basics of it all and had a bare-bones understanding of human lactation, but nothing quite prepared me for what it would feel like to nurse that . . . → Read More: Breastfeeding Blog Hop: Good Beginnings
Whenever I fly in January, I am reminded of the Blizzard of 2010, when I flew home from California to discover the East Coast was buried under many feet of snow and my 6-month-old and I got stuck in Ohio.
Actually, I learned about the mess when we landed in Chicago, where I . . . → Read More: Nursing Through A Flight Debacle