Mommy Real Estate
Do you remember, in The English Patient, when Almásy claimed the hollow of Katharine Clifton’s neck as his? I have never forgotten that. I think of it each time one of my children visits their own claimed topography. They each have a preference for a certain section of my body, whether breastfeeding, sleeping, or looking [...]Read full story
On Being Taken Seriously by your Doctor While Breastfeeding
If there’s one thing I dislike about growing up the daughter of a world-renowned pathologist and public health expert, it’s not being taken seriously by my own doctors when I try to save them some work with the differential diagnosis when I show up sick in their offices. I know my symptoms, I’ve done the [...]Read full story
Breastfeeding: Like Giving Candy to a Baby?
For mine, it was more like giving them crack. Wait, let me back up a bit. I love looking back through my online archives for small, unremembered nuggets of family life and recently came across one from 2004, when I was still nursing my children and feeling a bit defensive about what others might have [...]Read full story
In Which Mother Nature Throws Me a Breastfeeding Curveball
I’d just come from visiting my friend and her ten-pound, twelve-ounce newborn. I had heard the story of her epic labor, the heroic effort this tiny, five-foot, two-inch Frenchwoman went through to bring this child forth, and I went to see that she was okay. Also? I needed a baby fix in the worst way. [...]Read full story
What Happens When You’re Ready to Breastfeed But Your Baby Can’t?
In my 12.6 years of parenting, I have spent 8 of them breastfeeding my children. That’s 96 months, or 416 weeks, or 2,290 days. Two thousand two hundred ninety DAYS.Read full story