The New York Times photojournalism blog has a readers’ photos display on families. Lots of love in these pictures and at least one breastfeeding photo. Can you spot it?
Wishing you all a very good new year — Adria
This cartoon shows why so many breastfeeding mothers end up sharing their sleep space with their babies.
It really is different nursing an older baby or toddler. I’ve heard women say that they would never nurse a baby that could ask to nurse. While that might work for them, I found that breastfeeding just started to get easy around the time my babies started to talk. At the end of the first year we’d solved most of the problems, the pressure was off because the children were eating other foods as well, but the comfort and bonding were still there (oh yeah, and it was still excellent nutrition). Also little kids say really funny things about anything in their life — including nursing. Anyway, this is a long introduction to an article that is a taste of what it can be like to nurse a toddler. Molly Remer writes about her 2 1/2 year old:
At dinner, eating grapes, my boy picks out a large grape and a very small grape. He is delighted with the small grape, “baby grape! Baby grape!” He holds up the large one and announces, “Mama grape.” He sets them on the table and carefully pushes the small grape towards the large one until they are touching. “Dat baby grape have na-nas!” he reports with obvious satisfaction. Later, he eats them both.
This is just a tiny excerpt — check out the whole thing at Literary Mama. It’s called Nursing Johnny Depp. (There is a plastic Jack Sparrow action figure involved here…)
We planned to hike to the river, spend a night, hike along the river, spend another night, and then hike all the way back. I think that was the itinerary. I was to procure three items that would be shared and were considered critical (as opposed to our shared pots and tent which were less critical). I was to bring a breast pump in order for us to “pump and dump” and therefore continue lactating for our breastfed one-year-olds. I was also to bring a coffee press mug for Kristine. Since she would be pumping and dumping, she could indulge in coffee on this trip — something she was looking forward to nearly as much as the hike itself. Finally, I was to bring one of the two dinners. Now remember, packing was somewhat haphazard.
This is something just to make you smile. This blog, Ninjerktsu, features cartoons about ninjas being jerks (not generally a breastfeeding topic) but this entry features a breastfeeding mother. Cute, huh? To see the whole story, including the ninja, click on the link.