Baby’s Hungry: A Daddy’s Perspective on Nursing (and Nursing in Public)

lilhoneydreams:

I had to share this before I forget. (First shared by WIO mom in the Facebook group.)

Originally posted on The Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Studies:

by Jay Parr

A quiet moment in the country.

That special bond between a mother and her child.

I was about twelve, riding the DC Metrobus home from school, when a woman started complaining loudly about another woman breastfeeding her baby on the bus. I didn’t see anything, so I don’t know if the nursing mother was covered up or not, but that’s irrelevant here. The complaining woman made her way up to the driver, a taciturn and tough-looking man who looked like he would as soon cut your throat as say hello (I remember him because he drove that route often). He focused on the afternoon traffic as the woman complained, until he came to a light and she demanded, “Well? Aren’t you going to do something?”

The driver looked out at the cross traffic for a moment, absently drumming his fingers on the fare box, then turned to the woman and shrugged.

“Baby’s hungry.”

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Molars are Devil’s Teeth

The little white buds that are beginning to cut through my little one’s gums are the devil in disguise. First all the corners cut through, and there are FOUR of those on EACH TOOTH. And there are EIGHT molars in total? Eruption is the perfect word for them bursting through our lives.

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{ image from Essential Baby }

Obviously, I had a bad night. Probably not as bad as Lil Mochi though. We slept on and off, but he woke up here and there crying out in pain, then realizing I was next to him, he nurses back to sleep. Being able to still nurse him is my saving grace. And being in a Wonder Week of Principles is not helping this teething business one bit. He is adorably mature during the day, but not so much at night.

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This led me to have a little spat with hubby this morning as he drove me to work. (He has the day off. Lucky.) I just wanted to relax to the music on the radio, and he switched channel to sports radio. As in, I-had-been-watching-49ERS-non-stop-since-yesterday-and-I-need-to-hear-more-about-them radio station. Sorry, I snapped. I could not help it.

Sorry, honey. I could not control myself without a full night of sleep. I understand that their loss meant a great deal to you, but I was just cranky and DID NOT WANT TO LISTEN TO MORE SPORTS!!

I digress… As I was saying, molars are evil. And I heard that incisors are even worse. Wish me luck. Sarah @ Nurshable and her WIO tribe have been keeping me sane during awake time. Are your little one teething too? Want to commiserate?

Udder-ing Up for Mr. Toddler

He is growing up too fast. Where have my little baby gone? He is now a Toddler.

With toddler-hood comes new challenges. He has decided a few weeks ago that he does not want to drink pumped milk from a bottle. It because a big deal — to me. I had to wreck my brain to figure out WHAT and IN WHAT to give him.

We tried almond milk, whole milk and the mix of the two, but he did not particularly enjoy them. I even bought a container of Toddler Formula and mixed a small bottle to see if he would take it. (He did not. And I tasted a tiny drop and almost gagged. The taste lasted at least half the day in my mouth even with meals in between. Needless to say, I did not try it again.)

We tried straw cups, sippy cups and just holding an open cup to him. He would humor us and take a couple sips and then push the cup away. When he was in the mood, he took a few more sips in the open cup and proceeded to putting his hand in trying to play with the liquid inside.

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{ spoon-fed some milk with vanilla & honey :: wanting more }

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