Tuesday, August 5, 2008

finnie's favorite pastime

in our family we can be polite and call it breastfeeding when we're talking to doctors and my baptist grandmother, but around good company it's well known as titty feeding. and i have been doing it for a YEAR. i know there are those granola mammas (who i admire wholeheartedly) that go for two three four years with the kid on the teat but personally i'm a little tired of his eight teeth taking total control of my sweater cows.

just a little though. i am, for the record, a strong advocate of titty feeding. some but not all of my reasons are selfish. for example, a woman burns five hundred extra calories every day while lactating. also, a baby who is breastfed for longer than a year doesn't have to be given cow's milk which can cause anemia and has too much sodium and not the right balance of nutrients for baby humans. and AND! there are lower rates of postpartum depression in breastfeeding mothers. not to mention the money you save on formula. there are many many many reasons for continued breastfeeding and just a few reasons not to... and i think i'm at the point where i'm thinking of weaning finnie, but then he wants to nurse or i can tell that he would go right to sleep if i did and then i give in. i know its lazy but if he's less stressed and i'm less stressed and there's no crying hissy fit upon bed time, then why change that? because its uncomfortable and blah blah blah...round and round in circles.

with anything i start, have started, will start, i know that thinking about weaning and gathering information will be the first steps. then we'll try and try and one day he'll end up not even thinking about the fact that we had the ritual together everyday for the first year of his life. he'll know subconsciously. and i'll know but probably won't mention it to him unless i want to embarrass him in front of his friends. but i'm not sad about moving on...i'm proud that we bonded and i'm happy that it was such a healthy experience for both of us. i can thank him for keeping me sane and he can thank me for all that wonderful titty milk.



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