Learning How to Wean

It is here.

The time has come where I no longer have a baby boy. He is a little kid.

He no longer fits perfectly in the crook of my arms.

He has outgrown the beloved rocker in his room that we have used for nursing since the beginning. Daily use before naps, bed, in the middle of the night.

His head is no longer shielded from the wooden armrest by my arms because he’s too big. His feet push off of the other armrest because he thinks he’s funny.

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As much as I have loved (and hated) our time nursing together, I feel the time has come to put away my nursing bras and actively start to wean. Continue reading

I Am Not a Juice Box

It has been such an amazing journey nursing my son. I feel so fortunate because I didn’t experience any of it with my daughter.

I’ve learned a lot about what works and what doesn’t. I’m like any mom who has been there and back with breastfeeding and I’m pretty much an expert. I could give a class on all the ins and outs of breastfeeding. (Side note-never listen to a self proclaimed expert.) Continue reading

Pumping All the Milk, All the Time

I have some mixed feelings towards pumping.

On the one hand, it’s really time consuming, boring, and generally a major pain in the ass.

But, of course we’re going to continue to do it for our darling little offspring that needs the nourishment which happens to include all of our antibodies. That last part is so they don’t stay sick for very long-if they happen to get sick. You, however, get sick and STAY sick because that adorable little bundle (or big toddler) is taking all of your little sick fighters. (Can you tell I’m bitter because I’m recovering from a cold?)

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A Semi-Modest Breastfeeding Mama

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Somehow breastfeeding in public is still an issue. You see support groups for it all over Facebook because they’re necessary for some reason, and people lashing out against it on Twitter. How is this so?

When our anatomy was planned out, we were given breasts for one reason. To feed our babies. Things don’t get more natural than that. So, please tell me, why has there ever been an issue?
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What If I’m Not Ready?

Before I had kids, I always knew I wanted to breastfeed.  For some reason, I had it in my mind that it would be easy.  It’s natural.  It’s what our breast’s are for.  So how could it possibly be difficult?

Ha!  How adorable and naive I was.

I also always said I would only do it for a year.


In fact, I used to say a lot of things regarding breastfeeding.

“I don’t want my kid to be able to ask for it!”

They may not be able to talk, but at six months, kids know how to “ask for it.”

“I don’t want my kid to be walking when they’re still breastfeeding!”

Kids start walking at different times.  My daughter was walking around 10 months.

“I don’t want my kid to be able to pull down my shirt and help themself!”

Most babies can pull at things by five months-and they figure out real quick where the food comes from.

Now, we’re at fourteen months and still going. I don’t know if it’s because I was cheated out of a nursing experience with my daughter, (she went on a nursing strike at 2 months), or what, but I’m not ready to stop breastfeeding my son.

I think he has other plans. I feel as if it will soon be over and it makes me sad. Just the other day he wanted his sippy cup instead of milk from mama.


So it has begun. He’s eating a lot more solid foods, and breastfeeding about half as much as he used to.

Sure I’ll have more freedom. I won’t have to pump before bed anymore, (YESSSS!!!), but I also won’t get the special bonding time that is just me and my son. The bonding is the best, but it’s also some forced relax time for me. I can’t do anything, but just sit there and admire the little being I created, (enter eye roll, I know).

I am the ONLY person that is providing milk for him. It has all the nutrients he needs, and that makes me feel pretty important. And very soon, that will come to an end.

The best I can do is go with the flow and try to follow his lead. It’s difficult because it feels like he was just my little infant that needs me every second. But I need to accept that he is now an active toddler with his own ideas.


It’s amazing to watch as he grows and changes every single day. This is just another one of those changes. A milestone, I guess you could say. My baby is growing up already, I suppose it’s time to start saving for his first car.

Have your kids hit any milestones too soon (for you)?

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Breastfeeding TMI

Breastfeeding is an amazing gift a mother can give her child, (life is up there too.)  It takes time, dedication, and it can be extremely rewarding.  That is, of course, if you have the stomach for it.

To the mom’s that are able to breastfeed with no problems; perfect latch, no pain, smooth sailing the whole year, (or two, or three…)  Good for you!  That’s awesome!  Appreciate it on your own time, though, because the rest of us that breastfeed are (painfully) stumbling our way through.

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So Many Pumps, So Little Time…(a Review)

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This is my first of many reviews regarding anything SAHM related-toys, products, recipes, etc.

Breast pumps are so confusing if you’ve never used them before.  There are a ton of different brands and types.  I have had the pleasure of extensively using three different types.  My first-born went on a nursing strike when she was 2 months old and I was determined to feed her breastmilk for her first year.  And so begins my pumping 8 times a day journey… Continue reading

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Breastfeeding my first born was never an easy task.  We hit a few major roadblocks before we finally came to terms with our breastfeeding future.  And by “we,” I mean me, and by “terms,” I mean hers.

I had never heard of a nursing strike until I was in the midst of dealing with one.  From birth, my daughter would switch from boob, to bottle, to pacifier with no problem. So I thought it would be no big deal if I went to a four day conference for work.  Besides, I would be home at night and I could nurse her then.  She was two and a half months old.  After that conference, she nursed a total of three times.

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It’s Not Ok

Here’s something that never crossed my mind until today. Snot all over my boob.

I guess it makes sense. I’m breastfeeding my nine month old and he has a cold. I just never thought about it until his precious nose touched my breast and he pulled away leaving a thick, sticky string of snot. And since I’m (apparently) still an inexperienced new mom, there are no baby wipes to be found.  Continue reading