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I’m 24 weeks pregnant and this is my second time breastfeeding while pregnant. Believe me when I say this is not something I imagined doing once, let alone twice. Struggling for months to establish breastfeeding with Talitha (y’know, tongue tie, low milk production, the most stressful experience of my life), the idea of making it to a year seemed a vague “maybe”. So I couldn’t have expected that not only would age two find us still breastfeeding but that I’d fall pregnant around then and wind up breastfeeding her for

So many times this blog has been a place to talk about breastfeeding; about what it can mean for mothers and children, and about how we can protect it. As more and more Syrian refugees make their way to the Greek islands of Kos and Lesvos, we’re faced with a situation in which supporting breastfeeding is absolutely vital. UNICEF states “artificial feeding with breast-milk substitutes in an emergency carries high risks of malnutrition, illness and death and is a last resort only when other safer options have first been fully

I didn’t set out to breastfeed my older daughter as long as I did. I doubt anyone gazes into the face of their newborn and imagines breastfeeding them for four years. Certainly, at the time, I felt like we’d be blessed to get to six months. When the difficulties with her tongue-tie and my low milk supply kicked in, my goal became to take it one feed at a time. By the time her first birthday came into view (a landmark I was just relieved to make), I’d learned a

I had a hard time establishing breastfeeding with my first baby, Talitha. From the start something didn’t seem right but we didn’t suspect a tongue tie until a lactation consultant suggested it at six weeks in. It was confirmed and cut by the infant feeding midwife at our local hospital when Talitha was eight weeks (it had to be cut again at twelve). By that time, my milk supply was damaged. I wasn’t making enough milk, my baby was literally attached to my breasts from morning until night (and I

I don’t often mention work on this blog but I recently made a couple of videos which are pretty relevant so I thought I’d share them here. ARDO, manufacturer of top quality breast pumps, is a company whose ethos and products inspire me and so it was a real pleasure to work with them in putting together videos for their YouTube channel. The videos demonstrate their hospital-grade hire breast pump, the Carum, and their double electric breast pump, the Calypso. I was really impressed with both. Let me know what

“I can’t stop crying,” Talitha wailed. There was a look of panic on her face. She had literally lost control of her big emotions. She was pleading with me to help her, to restore the peace. We’d had a trying afternoon. Ophelia has been ill for the past couple of days and, well, now, I guess Talitha wasn’t feeling too hot either. Without going into detail, it was one of those sessions where the sentiment “They are not giving me a hard time; they are having a hard time” would

Every now and then I read a parenting book that makes me think: “I must give someone a copy.” La Leche League International’s Sweet Sleep: Nighttime & Naptime Strategies for the Breastfeeding Family had me at the introduction. I mentally listed every mother I knew who consciously seeks to parent gently, rooting her decisions in instinct and evidence. Written by International Board Certified Lactation Consultants and La Leche League Leaders Diane Wiessinger, Diana West, Linda J. Smith and Teresa Pitman, this book is likely to stand out from any other

Breastfeeding is kind of mysterious. I find myself thinking this every time I look at the folds of my five-month-old baby’s Buddha body. Where is all this fat coming from? How on earth is she growing so long? How do these calories, these nutrients magic their way from my body to hers? Most of the time I don’t even notice I’m breastfeeding her, partly because my three-year-old is a hilariously energetic “look at me” distraction and partly because breastfeeding is working as it should this time, so it’s kind of

In the first few months of Talitha’s life, I was pretty nervous about breastfeeding in public. I’d even go as far as to say that I felt a bit panicked about it in the very beginning. I know I’m not alone in that. Chats I’ve had with first-time pregnant mums have usually revolved around this worry of “too much” being seen and becoming a target for some form of harassment. Every time I read about a woman being asked to move or leave because she is breastfeeding or being told

Snoob calls itself “the stylish breastfeeding scarf”. It’s basically scarf meets nursing cover. When Snoob got in touch, asking me to review one and give one away, my first thought was honestly, “Omg, people are going to think I’m telling women they need to cover up.” Which, if you’ve been here before, you know I’m not. In the past I’ve felt pretty gung ho about free range boobs. I still think it’s sad that we live in a hypersexualised culture where people are so weird about breasts and public breastfeeding.

I transferred to hospital a few hours after Ophelia’s home birth because the midwives were unsure about the severity of my tear. So, Talitha, who’d been at her grandparents’ house during the labour and birth, first met her new baby sister at the “hopsital” as she calls it. She’s still a little confused about that. Sometimes she’ll say that Ophelia came out of my tummy at the “hopsital” and other times she’ll say that it was in the paddling pool in our livingroom (it was a real birth pool, by

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