Invasion of the Body Snatcher

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November 3, 2007 at 9:19 pm

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(Also known as breastfeeding an infant for her first six months or more of life …)

I haven’t written much about breastfeeding, other than to mention it in passing, because really — who cares how I feed my kid?

Cavewomen did it, First Lady’s and female CEO’s have done it, teen mothers have done it, hell, even many of our mothers did it. But as natural as it is, it’s not something that comes naturally to many women, or even, many babies.

By now, you’ve realized I am going to write about breastfeeding (nursing) in this entry. If that gives you the heeby-jeebies, feel free to ignore this entry.

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Breastfeeding is a delicate dance of trial and error, elation and frustration, confidence and confusion. Even if you’re one of the lucky nursing pairs, like Sara and I (she was a natural-born nurser), you still have moments of sheer panic where you (and/or your spouse or family members) are convinced you’re starving your blessed newborn.

There are also moments, as you near whatever your internal goal for nursing was (1 week, 1 month, 6 months, 1 year, etc.,) where you simultaneously look forward to “having your body back” and yet already miss the closeness and, at least in some ways convenience, of nursing.

I’ve never been a major milk producer, so it’s always been a bit of a challenge to nurse Sara and also maintain a frozen supply (”emergency stash”) of pumped breastmilk for her when I’m away. Around her six month birthday, my supply took a nosedive, and I finally started supplementing her diet with more formula. By her seven month birthday, we transitioned to nursing primarily in the morning and at night, with formula feedings (and solid foods–Gerber) during the daytime hours. At six months, I wasn’t happy about the change, but now at almost 7.5 months I’m beginning to enjoy the convenience of formula and the gradual return of my body to my exclusive ownership. Sara and I have reached, and exceeded, my goal of nursing for the first six months of her life. She has never been sick, save a single fever after one round of vaccinations, and for that matter, I haven’t been sick either (unless you count the four-weeks-and-counting sinus and allergy hell I’ve been experiencing… ugh)

So, anyway, this is both my first and last full post about breastfeeding/nursing. It’s been an

educational (hence the thumbnail photo), an interesting ride, and while I haven’t officially hung up the spurs and saddle, we’re definitely nearing sunset.

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November 3, 2007

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“Starving your newborn” (or 3 month old, or 7+ month old) ??!!!

How on earth could anyone who has seen her adorably pudgy arms & legs or seen the dimples on her plump cheeks ever leap to that rediculous conclusion?!

Hugs to all,

MommaCat

November 4, 2007

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All I know is there were many times I wished breasts came preinstalled with fuel gauges so we could know for certain how much milk Sara was taking in at each feeding.

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