It’s amazing how such a short phase of life can feel like your whole life. I’ve been alive for 34 years now. That sounds like a long time (to me). I’ve only been a mom for 4 of those years (a short time, relatively speaking). Yet those 4 years define who I am more than… Continue reading They won’t remember, but I will.
Tag: breastfeeding
Wee hours.
Every night since we brought Shiloh home, she has slept on my chest. That's where she is right now, snoozing peacefully. I'm trying so hard to memorize everything about her and "enjoy every moment" because I know too well how "it goes so fast." I love her little sounds and her breathing and her tiny… Continue reading Wee hours.
Lessons from the first year: nursing.
When I was pregnant, I made up my mind that I wanted to try to breastfeed when Spencer got here. No one was pressuring me to do it, in fact, most people I knew had formula fed. I had nothing at all against formula, but I liked that breastmilk was free and that it was… Continue reading Lessons from the first year: nursing.
Fully present.
There was nothing out of the ordinary about this nursing session. We climbed into my recliner together, this little boy and I, just as we always do. I usually bring my phone with me and read a blog, play a game, or work on my eBay listings while he nurses. This time, I left the… Continue reading Fully present.
