Breastfeeding while pregnant – the second trimester

In those early weeks following Talitha’s birth, I found it difficult to blog about anything happening in our life, mainly because there was so much change. No sooner would I draft a post about her sleeping habits or my general weepiness than a sudden shift would occur and the topic no longer seemed relevant. I think that’s been the scary thing about blogging through breastfeeding in the present tense. I don’t know how this story goes and I don’t know how it ends – I’ve never known. After the first trimester, where I was finding it plainly unpleasant, followed by…

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3 Things Every Parent Should Think About When Choosing a Breastpump

As a breastfeeding peer supporter, the question “Which breastpump?” comes up fairly often. I usually try to find out a bit more about why a mother is thinking of pumping (sometimes she doesn’t actually need or want to). If this question is posed to a group, brand suggestions get thrown around and people get surprisingly passionate in defence of their milk machines. I suppose the more time you’ve spent with your pump, the more likely you are to form an emotional attachment of some sort. But is it just a matter of personal preference and personal experience or are there…

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The Big Bristol Breastfeed

The Big Bristol Breastfeed. How’s that for a nice, strong, alliterative name? This Saturday (7th September 2013) a whole load of breastfeeding mothers, peer supporters, counsellors and their families are heading over to College Green in Bristol to celebrate breastfeeding together. To together celebrate breastfeeding, I mean. Though some of us probably will be breastfeeding, together. Probably not me as it doesn’t happen much anymore *trembly lip*. Truth be told, I’m not 100 per cent sure I can make it since it’s our anniversary weekend and the timing might conflict with other romantic things (breastfeeding can be counted as a…

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So, this may be what weaning looks like – Breastfeeding while pregnant

When I wrote about breastfeeding through the first trimester, I kind of thought it might eventually be followed by second and third trimester sequels – or at least the former. I guess I knew that chances were Talitha would wean before the new baby comes. At 26 months, she’s that bit older and her need to breastfeed is not as strong as it was. It doesn’t outbalance her distaste for the changes pregnancy has brought. So, it looks like we’re weaning. I’ve been totally cool with the prospect of continuing. That is a lie. I have been nervous about the…

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Breastfeeding while pregnant – the first trimester

I’m not sure how we got on to the topic but at some point in the midwife’s office, I mentioned that I was still breastfeeding. I didn’t look at faces for visible reactions because I was already clear on what I thought of the matter and slightly anticipated some ill-concealed negativity. I needn’t have worried. Without missing a beat, the midwife congratulated me, “Good for you!” and sounded genuine. She even offered to hand out leaflets for the breastfeeding group I’m a peer supporter at when I mentioned it. It’s usually assumed if you’re pregnant that you’re no longer breastfeeding.…

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Breastfeeding beyond two is a lesson in trust

My darling, you are two and still breastfed – the child I prayed to God I’d manage to nurse for six dear months, never sure we’d make it. Your long, lean limbs sprawl out, growing surer. Your body, mind and voice are strong. I look at you and admire your growing independence, always ready with a “No” and surprisingly fast when you run away. Every day you do one hundred things I’d never imagine doing, such is your creativity, your confidence, your separateness from me. So when you come to the breast, I’m under no illusions: our relationship has changed.…

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Win an Emma-Jane nursing vest – And let’s talk breastfeeding in public

The first time I breastfed Talitha in public she was days old. We were at Cribbs Causeway, a large shopping centre in Bristol. Somehow Talitha and I had got separated from both Laurence and my parents. I was on my own in Boots when she started crying in her pram. I felt as helpless as she seemed. I awkwardly manoeuvred my way out of the store. Flustered, I didn’t think to find a feeding room. I just found a bench. Careful that no one saw anything I breastfed her. Two elderly women came up to me to see the baby.…

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