Monthly Archives: October 2013

Why I Love Breastfeeding

Before I became a mother, I didn’t give breastfeeding much thought, except to assume that I’d do it and  to think that it seemed a little weird. Breastfeeding is now, however, my favorite thing about mothering a baby, and it’s not because it is good for me or the baby, although those things are true. I love it because it is enjoyable.

I assumed I would breastfeed because I was raised steeped in breastfeeding culture, if there is such a thing. My mother breastfed me in the 70s, which was not always as common, and my father is a pediatrician. We once had a costume party at our house where one of my parents’ friends came dressed as a breast.  (Incidentally, lest you become hot and bothered at the idea of this, or conversely, become scandalized, I can assure you this was not a sexy costume. This was no sexy pizza. This was a giant, puffy, flesh-colored suit, with a dyed knot in the middle to represent the nipple. Was her face supposed to be a second nipple? These were the things that preoccupied me in middle school. But I digress.) Another good friend of my parents’ was and is a lactation consultant. Breastfeeding, specifically the importance of doing so for the health of the baby and mother, was drummed into my psyche from an early age.

Even though I knew breastfeeding was important and assumed I would do it, it still seemed a little weird to me before I had children. It seemed so primitive. I’d milked cows before at camp, which didn’t exactly endear me to the idea. Not to mention, the idea of a creature literally feeding off you just seems crazy.

So when Big Boy was born, I struggled–and I mean struggled, crying every day, working with a lactation consultant for hours and weeks to get him to latch on when he was sluggish from jaundice and had to be fed from a syringe–to make breastfeeding work. Between all three of my children, I think we’ve had every nursing issue there is. So it hasn’t always been easy for me.

But once each of my children figured out how to nurse, it became my favorite part of mothering them as babies. Why?

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The Monday List: Things this blog is “about”

Some of you may be new here. And if so, you may be wondering what, exactly, this blog is about. And heck–even if you aren’t new here, you may be wondering the same thing! Is this a Barbie and Willie Nelson fan blog or what?

According to the tag word cloud on the blog, here are the topics I’ve written about, in order of most use:

  • Parenting
  • Special Needs
  • Motherhood
  • Cleanliness
  • Housekeeping
  • Health
  • Doctors
  • Montessori
  • High School
  • Frankie Lemmon School
  • Barbie
  • Model United Nations
  • Working Mother
  • Work
  • Messiness
  • Seizures
  • Willie Nelson

So yeah. It’s eclectic, with a heavy dose of special needs “stuff.” But then, so is our life. Or at least the one I live in my mind (see this post on that).

One of the things I struggled with when James first started having seizures was wondering whether our lives were only going to be about that. And then when I got used to the idea that epilepsy was going to be with us, we got his diagnosis, which left me wondering if having a disabled or developmentally challenged child was going to be the label for our family. Were we now the “family with the child with special needs?”

People may describe us that way, and that’s okay. That is one category that applies to us. But as you see from the list above, there isn’t just one category. I am a mother of a child with special needs. But I am also a mother, and a working mother, and a wife, and a terrible housekeeper, and a music lover, and a Barbie lover, and a lot of other things that haven’t gotten into the blog yet.

Sometimes it feels like this one thing–James’ condition–is the category that will swallow everything else. But I refuse to let it become THE story of our family. It will always be a story of our family, and probably a big one, but I owe it to Husband, Big Boy, Baby Girl, James, and myself not to let it be the only story. So here’s to an even crazier, longer and more eclectic list of topics in this place.


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Did you think I forgot about you?

Did you think I’d forgotten about you? No. It’s not you. It’s me. You didn’t do anything wrong– it’s just a case of my real life getting in the way of my virtual life.

This happens a lot. My real life gets in the way of the life I live in my head, which requires a lot of attention and time, I must tell you. Often I prioritize the things going on inside my head, which results in the slovenly housekeeping and terrifying piles of papers found everywhere in our house. But there are times, like the last couple of weeks, when even I can’t ignore the real stuff and it just has to get some attention.

There’s been a lot going on. Some James stuff, which I’ll fill you in about in another post. It involves vomit. (Oh, I know. Tell me more, you say!)

There’s also been a lot going on at work. I’m also working on a big post about that.

And yes, I haven’t forgotten our Mondays. I have many a pending Monday list for you.

So never fear. You’re always on my mind. Cue the music.

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October 18, 2013 · 1:56 pm