First time parents quickly realize that suddenly being thrown into THIS new job – no training, no breaks, no going home at the end of the day to decompress and refresh – likely has the steepest learning curve they’ve ever experienced. It can be totally overwhelming just sustaining the new little life, let alone realizing […]
I was the mom in Bradley birth classes furrowing her brow at the stories of nursing toddlers, saying, “When my child is old enough to ask for mama’s milk, that’s when it’s been long enough.” Eighteen months later, I was the mama with the screaming child: “I want milllllllllllllk!!!!” He didn’t wean until two-and-a-half. So
“Wait, what is that?” That’s what came out of my mouth, in a nicely polite voice. In my head, I ninja-chopped the nurse’s hand, sending whatever she was trying to feed my 12-hour-old newborn flying across the room, and cried in my fiercest mama bear voice, “Don’t put anything in my baby’s mouth without my
“How many hours were you in labor?” I still can’t figure out what my answer is going to be. A week? A day? 2 hours? For my first two, labor was much more defined: 13 hours, 5 hours. Much like with number two, however, my body was preparing for this number three for many days
