Dr. Seuss for Nursing Moms

Would you nurse her in the park?
Would you nurse him in the dark?
Would you nurse him with a Boppy?
And when your boobs are feeling floppy?

I would nurse him in the park,
I would nurse her in the dark.
I’d nurse with or without a Boppy.
Floppy boobs will never stop me.

Can you nurse with your seat belt on?
Can you nurse from dusk till dawn?
Though she may pinch me, bite me, pull,
I will nurse her `till she’s full!

Can you nurse and make some soup?
Can you nurse and feed the group?
It makes her healthy strong and smart,
Mommy’s milk is the best start!

Would you nurse him at the game?
Would you nurse her in the rain?
In front of those who dare complain?
I would nurse him at the game.
I would nurse her in the rain.

As for those who protest lactation,
I have the perfect explanation.
Mommy’s milk is tailor made
It’s the perfect food, you need no aid.

Some may scoff and some may wriggle,
Avert their eyes or even giggle.
To those who can be cruel and rude,
Remind them breast’s the perfect food!

I would never scoff or giggle,
Roll my eyes or even wiggle!
I would not be so crass or crude,
I KNOW that this milk’s the perfect food!

We make the amount we need
The perfect temp for every feed.
There’s no compare to milk from breast-
The perfect food, above the rest.

Those sweet nursing smiles are oh so sweet,
Mommy’s milk is such a treat.
Human milk just can’t be beat.

I will nurse, in any case,
On the street or in your face.
I will not let my baby cry,
I’ll meet her needs, I’ll always try.
It’s not about what’s good for you,
It’s best for babies, through and through.

I will nurse her in my home,
I will nurse her when I roam.
Leave me be lads and ma’am.
I will nurse her, Mom I am.

source: Motherwear's Breastfeeding Blog

a hard evening

drive home was going well. no traffic. the baby sitter had called about heavy rain.

what rain? it was dry as can be.

then i passed xindian. and it started drizzling.

then got heavier. i had to slow down but i was still making good progress on my commute.

got off the highway. 

there was a line of cars driving up our hill.

what? there's never any traffic.

oh, flooding.

i drove through the water.

the engine stalled, and then died.

i called our mechanic. he told me to call a tow truck.

the baby sitter called just then. it was dark and stormy and my baby missed me - i could hear him bawling in the background.

i told her that i was close, so close, but the engine had died and i needed to call a tow truck.

i can't hear you over the heavy rain, she said.

i called one credit card company, then another. finally got the tow truck company. but the line was busy.

in desperation i tried to start the engine again.

it started - hurrah! but then it died. i still had hope though. i called our mechanic again for advice.

you probably flooded the engine, he said. just run it so it dries out a little bit and then try again.

after many tries, i was able to put the car in first gear and go up the hill.

i made it past the hairpin turn, and then made the final bend.

oh no! the engine died again.

i tried everything i did before. i called our mechanic again, several times.

i was so tired and frustrated. my baby needed me and i was so close and yet so far away!

finally i abandoned the car by the side of the road - i was only 100 meters away from home. 

(i'll deal with it tomorrow - our mechanic said it will probably run just fine after the engine has had some time to dry out.)

i walked up the final bit. the rain was falling lightly then.

but when i stepped out of the car it was ankle-deep. lots of flowing water.

finally got home and got to have my baby in my arms again.

"i missed you!" he said with his eyes as he hugged me.

"i missed you, too" i said as i held him close.

ugh.

what a night.

1 hour to go that final 1km.

I've decided I hate Combi products: I was unimpressed with their stroller (too plasticky) and I just tried to take down the Combi Play Yard - it was a pain to put up and impossible for one person to fold. The GoCrib by Guava Family is a way better product.

Today I returned to work as a salaried employee...and I was the one with separation anxiety. All is well and I'm off to snuggle with my cuddle-bug!

Its World Breastfeeding Week!

This week is World Breastfeeding Week! There's lots going on in the blogosphere, and here are two posts that really touched me:

• Stephanie wrote a guest post on CodeNameMama about how nursing her baby to sleep is sacred time. (On Stephanie's own blog she also has great post, divided into two parts, called the "Fanatical Breastfeeder" which I also found very interesting.)
• On NursingFreedom is a guest post by Betsy on shame and breastfeeding an older baby. 

There's also interesting artwork - breastfeeding through children's eyes - up over at The Leaky B@@b.

And if you're an expecting parent/grandparent/friend, there's a FREE (one of my favorite words!) online breastfeeding class through the months of August and September courtesy of creator Shari Criso (hat tip: Best for Babes Boob Tube blog).

Finally, here's an awesome article on normal newborn behavior and why breastmilk isn't just food by Dr. Jenny Thomas, MD, IBCLC, FAAP, FABM.

Becoming a mom changed my perspective

Welcome to the July 2010 Carnival of Nursing in Public

This post was written for inclusion in the NursingFreedom.org. All week, July 5-9, we will be featuring articles and posts about nursing in public ("NIP"). See the bottom of this post for more information.

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Growing up in the West, I thought of breasts as a sexual object. They weren't things that you flashed in public, unless you were that kind of girl. Before I became a mom, I knew I wanted to breastfeed my child, but I hadn't put much thought into nursing in public. Back then, nursing in restrooms sort of made sense because, well, breasts were private, and you do private things in restrooms.

Then I became a mom. The first time I took my baby out, and I heard him cry in hunger, any sort of cultural inhibitions I had flew out the window as I responded to the primal call of a child for his mother and nourishment. My baby needed me. Now.

As I learned more about breastfeeding, my views changed. I actually have a phobia of germs and toilets - the thought of me eating while on the toilet is absolutely abhorrent; how could I possibly feed my child there? Nursing covers seemed like a practical "discreet" option, until my curious baby took to grabbing it and waving it about like a flag: nursing baby here!

So now, I go out in public with my baby attired in my collection of nursing tops (purchased with some the money we have saved by breastfeeding) and feed him when he's hungry. So many people have commented on what a "good baby" he is, and I truly believe it's because there's no reason for him to put up a fuss: he knows he'll be responded to quickly when the need arises.

I'm lucky to live in a country (Taiwan) where I've never been made to feel uncomfortable nursing in public. On the other hand, I've only seen mothers nurse in public twice: once at a park, and once at a maternity/nursing wear store. The latter instance I witnessed when I was pregnant. While the sales clerk rang up my purchases, I overheard her quietly say to her baby who was in her sling, "oh you're hungry? Have some milk." If I hadn't overheard her, I would have never guessed she was nursing her child. She was an inspiration to me - nursing her child, answering product questions, and ringing up an order - all without skipping a beat!

Having seen it in action, I was confident that with a little practice, I could do it, too. And sure enough, as the weeks passed, my child and I became better at breastfeeding. Now he quickly latches on and it's so much more convenient to breastfeed than to bottle-feed. My son's meal is always available, ready to serve. No need to lug bottles, ice packs, worry about serving the expressed milk before it goes bad, stress about finding hot water to warm the milk, etc. Here, young children are always fascinated to see me nurse, leaning in closer to get a better look. Sometimes their parents shoo them away, so that I can have some privacy. I don't mind them looking. More often than I'd like to hear, moms ruefully tell me they wish they could have breastfed their child, but they "didn't have enough milk." I know that here, as in the U.S., there are a lot of booby traps against moms. The formula marketers are crazily intense, making repeated unwelcome direct calls. When moms strike up a conversation with me, I try to use it as an opportunity to clear away the misinformation.

My hope is that now, when I nurse in public, I am also a quiet inspiration to current and future moms and dads.

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Welcome to the Carnival of Nursing in Public

Please join us all week, July 5-9, as we celebrate and support breastfeeding mothers. And visit NursingFreedom.org any time to connect with other breastfeeding supporters, learn more about your legal right to nurse in public, and read (and contribute!) articles about breastfeeding and N.I.P.

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This post is just one of many being featured as part of the Carnival of Nursing in Public. Please visit our other writers each day of the Carnival. Click on the links below to see each day’s posts - new articles will be posted on the following days:
July 5 - Making Breastfeeding the Norm: Creating a Culture of Breastfeeding in a Hyper-Sexualized World
July 6 – Supporting Breastfeeding Mothers: the New, the Experienced, and the Mothers of More Than One Nursing Child
July 7 – Creating a Supportive Network: Your Stories and Celebrations of N.I.P.
July 8 – Breastfeeding: International and Religious Perspectives
July 9 – Your Legal Right to Nurse in Public, and How to Respond to Anyone Who Questions It

You never know it's the last time until it passes

I feel like crying. Today while I was changing the Little Guy's diaper I realized it had been awhile since he'd done his Hippy Hippy Shake Shake. He was still doing it two weeks ago when I arrived at my parents' place - I think I've been so absorbed in watching him start to crawl and babble that I didn't notice the disappearance of the Hippy Hippy Shake Shake. Of course, with kids you never know when will be the last time until it's gone forever.

I loved his little move. He no longer needs it to motor along is back to get places - he's so quick at flipping over and crawling commando-style nowadays. My little boy is growing up so fast!