Sam and I - our history

A little background about our breastfeeding dyad (begins with the word die, which is what a new mom feels like the first few attempts at nursing). My baby son Sam is now almost 8 months old. Yes, I also wonder why I am starting this now and not like 8 months ago. But why not? I'm smarter now than I was then. I chose the BF route simply because I know that it's the best for my baby and for me (might as well push off AF for as long as she'll stay away), and because formula (to put it crudely) stinks. It leaves its potent stench on babies' skin and their clothing. Ewww. To be totally honest, Sam did actually have some formula right after his birth (more on that later) but since then we've been EBF. Not without its own set of monstrous challenges.

When Sam was 2 months old, I went back to work at my job which keeps us apart from 10-5 Monday through Thursday, and 10-1 on Fridays. I pump two times a day except for Friday, which just has one pumping session (thank goodness for small mercies). I can't wait to pump-wean and cut out first one pumping session, and then the second. That will be freedom because I dread pumping. Always fretting if I'll pump enough for the next day (even though I do have a freezer stash for low output days).

So this blog is about my breastfeeding experiences, good and bad, weird and normal, tricks that might work for you or might not, odd discoveries, and a bunch of non-scientific theories that I concocted. If you're like me, you are desperate for someone to understand you because internet stories are just not real life. People write what sounds good on screen, but not necessarily the real facts. Here I present to you accurate anecdotes and lots of other stuff. Who knows, you may just become inspired to BF if you aren't already doing that. I just hope this won't scare you away from your decision, though ;)