Not only is breastfeeding close and tender and healthy and sweet, it is cheap, convenient and fab for your metabolism—not to mention a fun boost for the décolletage, too. They don’t call it a milkshake for nuthin’, girl. But I have a laundry list of things I wish I’d know when I’d started and found out too late.
Browsing: On Life
The “Breast is Best” push has crossed the line from support to pressure and it now so permeates the breastfeeding dialogue that, upon implantation of your darling embryo, you will immediately find yourself being pressed by your OBGYN, your pediatrician, the media, your mother-in-law and the lady behind you in the checkout line to breastfeed.
“Have you tried peas?” people would say. “My son just LOVES apples.”. I think people can’t help themselves. I mean seriously – when I say the kid won’t eat ANYTHING, do they really think I haven’t tried peas or apples? Like I’m suddenly going to say, “OMG – PEAS!! I didn’t even THINK of PEAS!”
I successfully cloth diapered my son for his first 10 months, until solid foods (and my gag reflex) really kicked in in full force. . . Diaper spraying had become an eye-watering, dry-heaving torture and. . . I couldn’t take it anymore. To make a long story short, I abandoned cloth diapering and started down the slippery slope of ease, comfort and extravagant waste. And I liked it. A lot. I call it The Fall.