Not too many weeks after the positive pregnancy test, we told MaiTai he was going to be a big brother.
We wondered if he even knew what it meant to be a brother… to have a brother or sister… or even the differences between himself at not quite three years old and a newborn baby, much less one in a womb. He knows what a womb is, right?
We had a lot of work to do! Or so I thought.
- Can You Supplement with Cow, Goat, Soy or Nut-Derived Milk?
- Homemade Formula
- Formula Supplementing Help
**Also read Part One (Why Isn’t Every Baby Breastfed?), Part Two (Cow-Made, Man-Made, or Mother-Made?), and Part Three (Making a Baby-Friendly Culture Amid formula Marketing) of this series.**
One of THE most important things to remember for those who are struggling to meet the recommendations for mama milk exclusivity: Breastfeeding does NOT have to be ‘all or nothing.’ If you cannot breastfeed but can express some breast milk, some is better than none for as long as you can. If you’re a full-time working mom who cannot nurse on the breast very often, it will help to breastfeed when you can, even if it’s only at night to put your baby to sleep, or only on the weekend to mostly dry-nurse, or something in between.
From my sister blog, LetsAndSayWeDid.wordpress.com …
Does your family approach Santa in a somewhat unconventional way, too?
“So what are you doing about… Santa?“
Now that MaiTai is a bit older and aware of the holiday happenings around him, I’ve run into this question a handful of times.
In fact, I’ve run into this question more times than MaiTai has even asked about or mentioned Santa on his own.
It’s like some weird conspiracy. Before you can openly talk about — *lowers voice* — Santa, you have to double check with the adult guardians of nearby children if they ‘know’ or not and what they’re ‘doing’ about him. This applies equally to families who eschew the secretness of Santa as well as those who promote it.
We weren’t going to make a ‘thing’ about Santa, like ever… but since it appears many others view this personification of Christmas as an issue to be dealt with… I feel I need to release this perspective to those…
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My breasts enjoyed a low-profile life before their eventual employment in the food industry (specializing in the Kids Menu, of course). I like to think of this 23-year long period of inconspicuousness as a special favor to me from genetics that seem to favor physical minimalism.
I hadn’t expected this, though: What served that long as basic decoration had, in the birth of a moment, become the absolute rulers of my body and my days — and the body and days of another tiny human being too, for countless flips of the calendar’s months.
Even more so… I hadn’t expected how reforming my attitude about a single body part could void most of my earliest ideas about self-image, self-appreciation, power, and purpose.
Moving into winter now, the general atmosphere of life is all about reminiscing and catching up.
I’m so thankful for this little blog, the outlet it’s provided to write about what’s relevant to me at this time, and especially happy to have connected with many of those who follow this page and take time out of their days to read my posts. ❤
So, in anticipation of slowing down with post frequency during the holiday season, I compiled this list of the top ten most-read pieces published on Mama’s Milk, No Chaser in 2015. (The year’s not over yet, but I’m confident enough these will remain in similar enough positions in a month’s time).
Hope you enjoy reading!
Does your baby choke on his milk? Does he sputter, gag, and at times (or often) seem utterly distressed by nursing, which everyone had you convinced would be as relaxing as an evening in the jacuzzi tub? The problem here is your breasts have come to mistakenly understand that you are supplying nourishment for an entire Little League team…of rabid, starving monkeys…who happen to genetically favor the vice of gluttony.
This super-powered supply is supposed to be a great thing though, right? This flowing, gushing nourishment that spilleth forth like a giant melted breast milk glacier, melteth into the oceans and hydrateth the world!