Tag: breastfeeding
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The last week.
This isn’t how I thought it would end. I didn’t think the end would begin with a deep soreness, tiny stabs of pain, highlighted by stinging tears; the added torture of me trying to hold all this in and stay strong for you, to avoid the chance you’d feel unwhole, to acknowledge your instinctual longing,…
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It’s time to normalize pumping at work.
I work full time, and there are days when I’m in back-to-back meetings all day. There’s never enough time to get my work done, because if I’m not at work, I’m picking up my kids and starting the second half of my day. And when that’s over, preparing for the next one. The reality is…
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I cry over spilled milk and closing chapters.
I had an unexpected emotional trigger when, as I walked toward the office fridge to grab my pumped milk at 18:45, I saw the fridge door already open, with its glistening empty shelves, and the cleaner standing in front, putting new garbage bags in the trash cans. The office manager had emailed earlier that everything…
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*Sandberg!* and other things I got from work this week.
>clink!< Here’s to my first full out-of-the-home work week (ok, 80% out-of-the-home) in three years. Do I have observations? Yes, I have observations. Somewhere. Probably. Behind my droopy eyelids. Under the piles and piles of house mess I’m responsible for. Obviously, there are pros and cons of working from home and working from an office.…
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New game: Are You Mom Enough?
At least we can gain something from the silly attempt at provocation (I guess it worked actually) that TIME magazine gave us this week with its Are You Mom Enough? cover. Am I mom enough to breastfeed a grown boy on the cover of a national magazine? No. I am mom enough to give him…
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Bebe update: Thirteen months.
Welcome to being over the hill, babyhood-style. We started the month, Bebe, with you taking me on a nostalgic trip to the college days, as you went through some kind of boob-spurt and practically tore my shirt off any time you wanted to nurse. It was like as soon as the clock turned one-year, you…
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Bebe update: Ten months.
Hello little nuzzle. This month felt really long. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working my bum off at my job. Maybe because, as such, I’ve been doing better at appreciating every single day I get to spend with you when you guys come home from gan. Maybe it’s because you’re doing so many new things.…
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Baby boy boob-envy.
Thought: would ‘feminism for guys’ just be called… chauvinism? Lately my son has taken an interest in my, uh, baby-feeders (Ima, boobs!) and so I indulge him in thinking, yes, you too can ‘feed’ Baby Dora. It gets complicated when he wants to feed Bebe though. But today, he wanted to take it a step…
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What’s funny to a two-year-old.
Didn’t think he’d even get this joke, nevermind find it funny. But there we were. Me, pouring coffee for the huz and I, and what we call coffee, but is actually chocolate milk, for Koala. “Look, Koala – (I point to each cup) – for Abba, for Mama, for Koala… (I point to my boob) for…
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Good bras, good nursing.
Since having children, I have been on a journey. It’s not quite spiritual, but certainly challenging. It’s about… finding the best nursing bras. Seriously, what’s the deal? At least half the women in this country breastfeed, yet it’s fairly difficult to find good quality nursing bras here. Forget the malls – Intima and the like have…
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It's all relative.
Learning about breastfeeding in a room filled with new moms. There are posters all over the maternity ward about how to hold the baby. The English ones talk about the “football hold.” The Hebrew ones describe the “darbuka hold.”