Breastfeeding

I haven’t nursed Nate in five or six days. I’m not exactly sure which nursing session was our last, and I’m glad I don’t know for sure. I have a foggy idea of when it was, that four o’clock in the morning wrestling match between the two of us. If I...
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I’ve been hesitant to write about a recent decision that Graham and I have made about Nate. I think you’ll see why when I get through this post. Nate has not been a good sleeper. If you’re a regular reader, you already know this, since it’s almost all I’ve been writing about lately. He...
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Last week kind of sucked.  Last weekend, actually. My mom was visiting from out west and we had a fight. Nate wasn’t nursing in his usual way and even refused at one point Sunday night, a first for him.  He fussed, he cried, he yelled, I cried.  Then I tried to pump.  And nothing came.  And...
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Motherhood is so bittersweet. I want Nate to grow up so badly, but I also want him to stay exactly the way he is forever. I want him to go to bed upstairs in his crib so I can have some time to myself in the evening, before eleven o’clock at night, but at the same...
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A couple of nights ago Nate was really fussy.  He wanted to nurse nearly constantly.  “Okay, here we go, it’s the six-week growth spurt,” I thought.  I resigned myself to the fact that I would be spending the night mostly awake on the couch, a baby on the boob, watching infomercials.  He spent an...
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