World Breastfeeding Week...Gemini too since the top (they call it a head rest) will flip up and further hide what's going on inside.
What more can I say about breastfeeding? My initial thoughts were that it hurt and it was boring. My mother gasps at that. Let's just say that during the first couple (few) weeks, I totally understand why some people stop. Oliver would nurse for hours. I would seriously nurse the child for an entire day and that was all I accomplished. To say he was attached is an understatement. My husband would argue that he is still attached and I wouldn't be able to argue. :) The boy likes his juice.
I could go on and on about nursing. There are things I haven't written about that I'd love to share, but I really just wanted to post the picture I promised and then realized I didn't write about breastfeeding week... I did want to share though that when Oliver was sick, he wasn't nursing as well and part of that I realize now was me. I knew that whatever he took in was going to come back up and I felt like why bother when he wasn't getting anything out of it. Well... for supply purposes for one. My supply dropped a little after that. It's back to normal now, but in the week following him being sick I worked hard to get my supply back up to what it was. I nursed as much as we could, pumped some here and there, ate oatmeal, drank tons of water, you name it. I even had Chandler (sweet, sweet Chandler!) run all over the place looking for fenugreek. He came home with fenugreek, blessed thistle and mother's milk tea. THAT my friends is love! :)
Anyway... it was a little scary to think that my supply dropped and I might have to find another way to feed my child. I realized that I took nursing for granted and I also realized how special it was. Now when O nurses, I take time to cherish the moment (shout out Jess!) because one day, when he's ready - he will no longer choose to nurse. Happy world breastfeeding week - all two hours and 15 minutes that's left over here on the east coast! :)