Baby Blase

WARNING DAD – you can just go ahead & skip this one.

As soon as I knew I was pregnant – I knew I would attempt breastfeeding, because let’s face it – it is sooo the cool thing to do. However, I didn’t understand it, I wasn’t looking forward to it and frankly, I was terrified. I had heard a lot of crazy rumors: that I should use sandpaper on my nipples prior to attempting it, that my skin would crack and bleed and that I’d be tied to the little monster ever hour on the hour FOREVER and never be able to have a glass of wine again.

Thankfully NONE of that was true.

My goal at the beginning was to nurse the kid for 3 months. An attainable goal, I thought to myself. I’d just completed 9 months of hell, so how hard could feeding the needy little creature be outside my belly for a third of that time?

Turns out, it wasn’t that bad. Pumping SUCKED – don’t get me wrong. But, nursing was… can I say, nice? So, I ended up extending my goal by 9 months! I nursed that kid for the whole year. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was excited to graduate the kid – officially now, a toddler – to a straw-cup because I am by no means an Extreme Breastfeeder (I won’t indulge in the YouTube link – you can search for that yourselves).

Now, I don’t know if I buy the whole higher IQ score – really, what is that extra point or two going to do for you anyway? But, I found the whole thing rewarding and sweet and incredibly natural. And I give the act all of the credit for the 40 pounds I lost post-labor because I have now started to gain the weight back – I suppose my year of non-exercise had to come to and end sooner or later.

We jumped right into cold cow’s milk – whole milk was only tolerated so, with our Doc’s blessing we switched to 2% (apparently when your kid is on the hefty side – still 70th% – you don’t have to add fat to his beverages).

Listening: Apostle Of Hustle