August is National Breastfeeding Month! When I thought of what I kind of blog post I could write, I had several emotions course through me at once. My inner monologue went something like this: “Oh breastfeeding was so sweet. Ugh, but it was so hard. And raw. And ugly. Shoot maybe I shouldn’t write a […]
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Breastfeeding is still one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life! Before my due date, I diligently prepared my pantry and fridge with things to make life easier for the tireless days and weeks ahead. Along with the tubs of frozen bone broth, I prepared bags of cookie dough and pre-sliced brownies […]
Wine Country Moms Blog does not endorse nor negate the benefits of using donated breastmilk. We encourage all readers to do their research and to speak to their pediatrician prior to making changes in feeding.For most, 2017 was the year of the rooster. For me, it was the year of the boob. I had my […]
Editor’s Note: Yasmin came for our special photo shoot to celebrate International Breastfeeding Week in late July. However, we chose to hold on to her post until Black Breastfeeding Week. We recognize that there are special conditions that limit black women from the comfort and opportunity to breastfeed, and we are honored that Yasmin is […]
As I sit nursing my 7-week old, I’m already preparing for that bittersweet time to say au revoir/goodbye to breastfeeding. There are many milestones that moms experience but this one is so significant yet rarely talked about. Whether you nursed for two weeks or two years, for World Breastfeeding Week, let’s honor this intense and […]
I’m amazed that I’ve made it to the one-year mark of breastfeeding. I find it remarkable, not only because the human body does wondrous and outstanding things, but because it felt like an uphill battle. Years ago a friend mentioned that Asian women tended to have trouble getting a good latch, according to something she […]
Before I got here, I wondered who are these moms who nurse a four, five, or six year old? Or what crazy mom is letting a toddler and infant nurse at the same time? Turns out, it’s me.
Another thing nobody tells you, is that the first two weeks of breastfeeding is going to feel like you are being tortured in an overseas prison.
Many days and nights were spent trying to force my daughter to latch, where she would scream and pull away and yet I would try again…it all felt to oddly familiar — the feeling of someone forcing you to do something, and you telling them “no” or pushing them away.
In March I had my third son, Michael. With my first two children, Julian, six, and Joshua, five, I also breastfed. I breastfed my oldest for one week and my five year old for thirteen months. Breastfeeding has been different for each child. Particularly with Michael. Breastfeeding Michael has been the most challenging. I wanted to continue breastfeeding him and I wasn’t going […]
My breastfeeding journey is representative of my parenthood journey in general – a roller coaster of dashed dreams, false expectations, frustration, self-doubt, but also one of wonder, joy, pride, and amazement. When it came to pregnancy, child-rearing, and especially breastfeeding, I had so many plans, expectations, and preconceived notions about what was best and how […]
I always knew I wanted to breastfeed my kids. I knew I didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to prepare a bottle, and figured that rolling over and nursing in bed would be the easiest way to sleep as much as humanly possible with a newborn. People had told me […]
My daughter turned 14 months this week and I was positive that I would be writing our weaning success story by now. As is with all things motherhood… success is a relative term… maybe even a “no-no” word. Since the birth of my child I have been asked: Are you nursing? Until when do you […]
I remember the first time I quit breastfeeding. My only pumping break that day was interrupted by an emergency in the operating room. When I finally left the hospital (14 hours after I last pumped), I was painfully engorged. I began pumping in the car and drove home crying. The second time I quit was less […]