Joseph and I have always had a strong teamwork mentality when it comes to breastfeeding. We are both very pro-the-melon and both believe in my “anytime, anywhere” view.
Obviously, he can’t psychically breastfeed, but, he always tries to assist me where ever possible. This has been especially true in those first few months when it feels like all you do is feed.
Coby turned 7-months-old recently and we marked this milestone with a trip to the USA with my Mum. I’m trying to make the most of my maternity leave and accompanying Mum to her friend’s memorial service was special for both of us.
Where do I start? Well, the truth of the matter is that we shouldn’t have to talk about breastfeeding to raise awareness.
I hope that many of you reading this support all mums and make them feel empowered in their decisions when it comes to feeding and nourishing the little humans we are responsible for keeping alive. Unless we keep talking about breastfeeding, it will never become normal and people will never change their attitudes.
My dearest Boobies,
Can you believe that we have been together for eighteen years?
I was about fourteen when you started to make your appearance. Most of the girls at school were wearing sports bras or push up bras, but, not us. You lived in little white singlets with cotton like lace shoulder straps.
I sit here staring at Bobby sleeping. As I sit, I inhale that newborn scent and I realise that he is five months old. Five months old! I honestly feel like it was yesterday that we were whisked away for a caesarean section!
Someone asked me the other day, “How do you have the confidence to breastfeed your baby in public?”
My response was, “Do I need confidence to make my family toast in the morning?” Their face was perfect… tongue hanging out of the side of their mouth, head tilted in thought. Then, they responded, “No…”
Coby is 6 months old and he will be one before I know it. I want to make an extra effort to take in every moment (well maybe just the good ones!) I will be back at work before I know it.
We have had several “firsts” the last few weeks… both good and bad. There are so many little milestones and I’m trying to remember them all.
“Nursing comfort”… is that even a thing?
Well, I can tell you that it most definitely is! I have quite a big bust. In fact, I’d say it is an enormously uncomfortable 12F. Now, I have found something that makes feeding my baby incredibly comfortable and easy.
So far so good with Zac and Hugo. Zac is enjoying his new “big brother” role and smothers Hugo with love every day. He wants to help with nappy changes and bath time. He even asked if he could feed Hugo from his “woobies” (boobies.)
What a privilege it was for Bobby (my youngest) and I to be invited to Medela’s Morning Tea at Pullman Melbourne on the Park.