It Won’t Get Better

A newborn’s cry is unmistakable. The hearty, bleating squawk of a tiny human being announcing their arrival, is a sound that etches itself into the cellular memory of a parent.  My youngest has a cry that is 14 months older than his first heartbreaking shrills once were, and yet…. When you peeked around the corner…

Nursing on Airplanes

 Super amazing comic by my friend Eliza Kinkz I wasn’t going to get involved in the debate about nursing on airplanes. I don’t even fly Delta. My baby is 9 months old now, and it’s pretty rare that I can convince him to nurse under a cover. I’ve flown other airlines and breastfed Ben discreetly…

How We Feed: Tubies

Sometimes when I am nursing Ben to sleep, the light of the neighboring houses shines through his window and dances across his cheeks.  I imagine that behind each light, there are other mothers who are cuddling their babies.  Rocking their toddlers.  Reading “Llama Llama Red Pajama” to their preschoolers.  And I feel a little less…

Fill The Gap, Feed With Love

There’s this thing that my four month old does when he’s hungry.  I call it “The Dive Bomb”.  He starts with a sweet cuddle in the crook of my neck, and nuzzles his little rosebud mouth against my skin.  Within seconds he turns his entire body toward my collarbone, and throws all 15+ pounds of…

Please Nurse In Public

It was 99 degrees out when we visited Disneyland last week. Have you ever tried to nurse a four month old baby in 99 degree heat?  It feels like your face is melting off.  My chubby, sweet boy slid across my chest as his cheeks burned a brighter red than mine.  His thin onesie soaked…

How I Learned To Breastfeed

When Ben was five days old, I cradled him in my arms and tried to disappear into the soft fabric of our old recliner.  We had been home from the hospital for 24 hours, and my tiny newborn son was screaming and wiggling as I tried desperately to latch him on to my breast. It…

I Support You

When I was a Formula Mom, I used to pour formula into Medela bottles, so that the other moms at playgroup thought that it was pumped breastmilk. I felt their eyes on me. I felt shame, and embarrassment. I was different. Now I am a Breast-Feeding Mom, and I get funny looks and nasty stares…