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A Veiled Miracle

5/4/2013

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Three years ago on January 4, 2010 I learned what complete unconditional love truly felt like.  At 5:20 p.m. on that day my son was born.  It rocked me to my core emotionally.  

Three years, three hours and six minutes later, on January 4, 2013 at 8:26 p.m. I was given another angel.  Another miracle.  A veiled miracle.  Harlow Iris came into this world.  In her veil.

I could go on and on (and I'm sure I will, in another post!) about all of the reasons little Harlow is a true miracle.  She has been special and unique long before she entered this world.  

I wanted this birth to be different from the last.  Although Hudson's birth was incredible and exactly as it was meant to be, I really wanted Harlow to be born at home.  I spent hours envisioning exactly how and when she would be born.  Six hour labor, in my bedroom, in the water, at night, candles and fireplace burning and surrounded by loving and supportive people.  No fear.  No medication.  No pressure.  And no doctor telling me that if I don't do pitocin I would be putting my baby and myself at risk.  

On January 3rd, Hudson and I went to the zoo and we walked.  A lot.  A mommy and buddy date hoping to get labor started. I was a couple of days "late" according to Harlow's guess date.  

Plans were set for January 4th - Hudson's third birthday.  A day of bumper bowling with his friends. 

January 4th:

2:00 a.m.  Hm, was that a contraction?!  Oh yes, I recognized that feeling.  But I also knew all too well that since I was able to lay in bed and ride the wave every 15-20 minutes, it was only the beginning.  

5:00 a.m. - climbed into bed and snuggled the birthday boy while he nestled his sweet little angle head onto my chest.  That was his last morning snuggle as an only child.

7:00 a.m.  - as the day broke and the sun rose, my mama bear instincts kicked in and my labor stalled out.  It looked like my babies wouldn't share a birthday afterall.

2:00 p.m. - The beautiful journey of bringing my angel into this world began.  Every three to seven minutes Harlow let me know she was coming quicker than Hudson had.  The surges were strong.  And quick.  Would I be able to make it through the night?  Would I be strong enough to labor at home for what I guessed to be the next 12 hours?  Deep breaths in and out.  

My incredible team arrived and took over the details that I didn't want to think about.  All I had to think about was birthing my baby.  The birthing tub was pumped up and filled with water.  It was finally dark and the candles over the mantel were magically lit.  The fire was flickering and the sound of Shamanic Dream surrounded me.  

Hudson came in and out of my room, offering his mommy strength.  He even massaged my back  ;)

The surges came every couple of minutes.  Moments of fear and helplessness crept into my mind.  Can I do this?  I am a strong woman.  A woman of strength.  My body is meant to birth my baby.  Naturally.  Find your focus.  Get out of your head and into your body.  Find your focal point.  And all at once, I was in the room alone.  Just me and my unborn baby and my fireplace.  Hudson's newborn picture hung over the fireplace reminding me that all of my strength will give me a beautiful angel.  Focus.  Everyone around me disappeared outside of my reality.  They were there, but my focus was on the fire.  One surge at a time, I can do this.  Don't think about the next surge, just this one.  And then a break.  And then another surge.  Focus.  Trust.  Believe. 

It's time.  Sunshine and Kayti told me it was time to birth my baby.  My mom was called to come home from Hudson's birthday dinner as my sweet baby was about to join us.  I had six angels by my side.  Although they were often outside of my conscious reach, they were always physically there helping me get through each surge, one surge at a time.  One push at a time.  You can do this.  With their strength, encouragement and love I knew I could do it.  

At 8:26 p.m. Harlow was born in her veil.  The caul.  She was born still in her water sack, in the birthing tub.  A rare and magical birth referred to as a "veiled birth.".  As the caul broke around her in the water I reached down and brought my angel to my chest.  And so began the beautiful relationship of mother and child.  We did it.  And now I was holding my precious, beautiful, healthy little miracle.  I fell in love with another little human being once again. 

MInutes later Hudson who had been patiently waiting downstairs, ready to share his birthday with his sister, came up to meet her.  Seeing my baby boy hold and love his new baby sister will forever be one of my most cherished memories.  I can't imagine a more perfect birth. Six hour labor in my bedroom, in the water, in front of the fireplace with loving and supportive partners and my first miracle baby by my side to meet is baby sister.  Just as I envisioned it.  

Thank you Mom, Hudson, Krista, Sunshine, Kayti and Karly for making Harlow's birth more precious than I could have ever imagined.  

Harlow is four months old today.  I love you, sweet little angel face!



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Happy Third Birthday, My Love!

1/4/2013

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Gosh, has it really been a WHOLE YEAR since I've blogged?!  Time flies when you're ... uh ... pregnant and raising a very active little guy. 

Today is a very special day ... Hudson's third birthday! 

My sweet Hudson on his third birthday:

It’s hard to believe it’s been THREE years since I held you in my arms for the very first time.  I often look at you in complete wonder – how did it happen so fast?  How did you go from my tiny baby to this young man who makes the whole world smile and laugh … every single day?

It’s been quite a year, watching you grow from two to three years old.  I often forget just how much you’ve changed until I watch a video from 6, 9 or 12 months ago.  You are a little boy now.  And although you are turning three, you are as tall as a 4 or 5 year old, you are wearing a 4T and 5T, size 11 shoe and your social maturity is definitely that of a five year old.

Your laugh, smile and silliness are infectious.  Some day you will learn how much you have touched SO MANY lives and made the world a better place to be in.  I have never met a child like you, ever.  You are love.  A sweet boy who loves to give kisses and hugs to your little friends – so affectionate that you warm everyone’s hearts and souls, especially mine. 

A firecracker at times, you love to test my boundaries – a true sign of a very healthy three year old boy who I am proud of and know will stand up for himself when the time comes.  One of our favorite books sums it all up – “I Love You Through and Through.”  I truly do – I love your happy side, your sad side, your silly side AND your mad side.

You’re oh-so-polite by always announcing “excuse me mommy, I just tooted”. J 

As of today, you want to be a firefighter, astronaut, construction worker, airplane (and helicopter) pilot, and … a UPS driver!  J  You always tease me and say that you want to be a garbage man, and you giggle when I tell you that you would be stinky!

This past year you went from calling yourself “Dudson” to Hudson and calling your buddy “Dan” to “Van”.  You potty-trained yourself at 24 months because you loved your new big boy undies with Thomas and Elmo and gave up your nighttime pull ups days before your third birthday.  You gave up your choo-cho on the Amtrak at 24 months to go find baby Grayson and you stopped nursing at 25 months so that we could add a little sister to our family.  Baby Harlow Iris will soon be out of my tummy and snuggling both of us, and you couldn’t be more excited!  We’ve taken 40 weekly photos of my growing tummy and you start each day by kissing my tummy and saying “I love you baby Harlow Iris.”  You are so sweet!

Speaking of your baby sister, you are so excited about becoming a big brother.  You tell everyone about all of your “jobs” once she is born.  “Getting burp cloths, diapers, wipeys …”.  I am so excited for this next year to watch you share your boundless love with  your baby sister.  You knew she was a girl well before any of us did and you started calling her baby Iri even when I was convinced she was a he. 

I’ve lost count, but at last count, I think our trip to Kauai this past year was your 18th round trip flight in three years!  You are quite the world traveler, and by far my favorite travel partner.  We swam in the clear blue Hawaiian waters and we even saw sea turtles.

In August we suffered a great loss.  Your Yaya went up into the clouds, where she will always watch over you forever.  You gave Yaya a few extra years and showed her so much love and affection.  We all miss her so very much, she was quite a woman filled with love and life and you were the light of her life – literally.  She will forever be in your heart and you in hers.

On September 19th you started going to daycare, a.k.a. “Jeane’s Park”, two days a week with Jeane and Tin-Lok Wong. You truly do bring so much joy to everyone’s lives.  As part of your thoughtful nature, you make sure that Jeane sends mommy at least one picture of you there every day.

After coming back from Kauai in August we moved to 1527 Granada Avenue in the South Park neighborhood of San Diego.  You love your new backyard and tons of space to drive your fire trucks. 

When I close my eyes, I hear the music playing when you were born at 5:20 p.m. and it takes me right back to the moments I will never forget.  The moment I saw the nurse hand you to me.  The moment your daddy and I first saw you.  And the moment I first held you in my arms and nursed you.  You love hearing the story of when you were born and what I said to you – “I love you so much baby and you are so safe now.”  I love you so very much, my precious baby boy.  And although you have truly become a little boy, you will ALWAYS be my baby.  And soon you will also be an incredibly loving big brother!

I love you, Bugaboo!


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Bye Bye Kiki, Nice to See You!

2/27/2012

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After giving birth, I knew I wanted to nurse Hudson until he was one year old.  That was my goal.  It seemed so daunting in the beginning when I was nursing him every two hours, pumping at night, milk leaking in my bed, squirting out in the shower and having to wake up several times throughout the night to nurse him.  How could I possibly keep it up for a whole year?  I repeated my new mom mantra, "it always gets easier.  Everything is so temporary."  And so it was.  Hudson learned how to latch, how to hold up his own head and how to go longer periods without needing to be nursed.  

By the time he turned one nursing Hudson was easy.  Well, actually it became easier much earlier than one, but at one I had to re-evaluate my goal.  It was such an incredibly bonding time and it felt great to be able to give him what he needed.  Rocking my baby to sleep at night, singing him a lullaby and nursing him - that was our special time.  

Before I knew it Hudson was two and for various reasons I decided it was time to say bye bye to "kiki".  The word milky became kiki before he could pronounce milky.  It was definitely convenient for those times when he publicly asked for kiki - like the time we were shopping at Trader Joe's.  Hudson:  mommy, kiki?  Lady:  he's so cute; what's kiki?  Me:  who knows - silly baby!  ; )  

I worried that once I stopped nursing Hudson he would be too "big" for cuddling with mommy when he woke up.   Thankfully, our morning ritual with kiki has been replaced with another one - cuddling in mommy's bed.  I do miss the special bond from nursing my baby, but I also like knowing that when he wants to cuddle, it's just to cuddle and not because he wants kiki.  

I wanted to  memorialize the last day to make the transition easier (for both of us).  For several days leading up to the last day of kiki we talked about how it was almost time for kiki to go bye bye and that it was almost all gone.  On January 30th, I nursed my baby for the last time.  We cuddled in bed and said bye bye to kiki.  We watched the trains through the window and we imagined that kiki went bye bye on the pretty blue and green choo choo train to find another baby who needed kiki.  It was a special moment and one I won't forget. 

Hudson looked out the window and said "bye bye kiki, nice to see you!"  

For several nights, he looked up at me with his big brilliant blue eyes while I was rocking him and said "mommy, try kiki a little bit?"  He still asks for kiki every couple of days and sometimes I have to remind him that kiki went bye bye on the pretty blue and green choo choo train to find another baby, and sometimes he catches himself and tells me the story.  

Another milestone marked.  Bye bye kiki - nice to see you!  
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Celebrating Two Years of My Best Buddy.

1/4/2012

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To my sweet best buddy,

It’s 1:30 p.m. on January 4, 2012.  82 degrees and a beautiful blue sunny San Diego sky. 

T minus three hours and fifty minutes and you were born.

Love.  So much love.  My heart filled up and stretched beyond all bounds with love.

The first few months were sort of a haze.  Did anyone or anything else exist in the world other than you and me?  Not for me they didn’t.  No cell phones, no computers, no email, I just enjoyed getting to know you. 

The rest of the first year went fairly fast, except that each day also felt like an eternity.  But, in a great way.  There was so much for both of us to learn about each other from each new day.

Now you are two. 

Two. 

I can’t believe it. 

There’s nothing “terrible” about it.  You are perfect, exactly as you are. 

This was the fastest year of my life.  Partly because we were on the move constantly (Scottsdale, Sonoma, Virginia, Portland, North Carolina, Atlanta, back to Atlanta, Italy, Malta, Atlanta again and finally back to Portland).  And partly because you have grown and changed so much that I can barely keep up with you.  Literally! 

You’ve taught yourself how to walk, run, jump, dance, sing (about 15 songs!), count, the colors, the days of the week, your ABCs and most importantly, you’ve taught yourself good manners.  You are a true gem, Hudson Cade.  I love your spunky little (big) personality.  You are special.  And not just because I am your mommy.  You are special.  
You are a caring and empathetic young man with a huge heart.  Every morning you go back and forth between whether you want to give me “hug, hug hug” or “kiss, kiss, kiss”.  Thankfully, I get lots of both.  

You taught yourself how to pee pee in the toilet.  Yet, after sitting on the pot once, unable to go, you looked down at your peeper and exclaimed, in a worried tone, “broken!”.  You have a silly sense of humor that I adore. A little jokester with the cutest smile that melts hearts everywhere we go.  Thank you for making mommy laugh every single day. And when I don’t feel like laughing, thank you for giving me a great big hug, hug, hug and kiss, kiss, kiss. 

You are special.

You are loved.

I love you, Bug. 

HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY!

Mommy

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Bittersweet. Four days without my baby.

11/9/2011

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31 months ago I began carrying my baby everywhere I went.  In my tummy.

22 months ago I began carrying my baby everywhere I went.  In my arms. 

4 months ago my baby began spending every Friday night with his daddy, away from mommy.  

Today my baby got on an airplane to Atlanta with his daddy.  4 days away from my baby.  

As any mom does the first time away from her baby, I cried at the airport.  And on the drive home.  And when I got home and saw all of his toys strewn across the living room floor.  And then I plugged through a day's work.  

Decision made:  enjoy my freedom to come and go as I please over the next four days.  It won't always feel good or necessarily be tear-free, but I am going to enjoy it, damn it!  I went for an incredible run at sunset, oh how I miss being able to go for a run without a stroller. For that moment, I was thankful for my freedom and that's what I'm holding onto.

Staying home and feeling sad isn't going to bring my baby home any sooner, so ... off I go to enjoy a non-mom night on the town!  :)

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Dear Long Lost Blog, I'm Calling to Say that I'm Back. I've Missed You!

11/6/2011

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It's just like when I haven't talked to a good friend in months.  The more time that goes by, the harder it seems to just pick up the phone to have a quick chat.  I don't call because I know it will be an hour long conversation and I only have 5 minutes. I want to call and just say hello, but I don't.  Instead, more time goes by and I never make the call.  

I haven't blogged in months.  The longer I've gone without blogging, the harder I tell myself it will be to jump back in.  After all, there's *so* much catching up to do.  Where do I start?  Where did I leave off?  Oh wait, I left off in the middle of LIFE, and surprise, surprise, I'm still here!  In the middle of life.  ; )

It's sort of interesting to me that my very last blog was all about Hudson going from two naps to one.  He did. And, I stopped blogging.  It's easy to blame my lack of writing on his new nap schedule,  (I used to write during one of his two naps) but, that's not really honest.  There's always something else behind the surface. If I had felt like blogging, I would have made time.  I'm not sure why I stopped, but I know that I just need to get back on the bike and start peddling!

My little guy turned 22 months old on Friday.  Each month is more exciting than the last.  He says full sentences now and he melts my heart.  I never imagined I could love someone so much.  He has opened my heart  completely and there's no turning back.  

It's not always hugs and kisses though.  Being a mom is challenging, especially to a 22 month old. Sometimes it's more than challenging; sometimes it just plain sucks.  And I'm learning that it's okay to not always do or say the right thing.  In fact, every time I screw up is an opportunity to learn and grow.  Needless to say, I've been learning a lot the past few months.  ; )



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Changes Ahead. Yes, Change is Good.

7/21/2011

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My heart races and my stomach does a cartwheel.  

The slightest noise and I'm glued to the monitor.  Oh the hours I've wasted glued to the damn monitor!

Please don't wake up.  Please fall right back to sleep.  Tip-toeing around the house as quietly as I can.  

I've lost more time thinking about Hudson's sleep than I have lost actual sleep since he was been born.  

What if his naps fall apart?  What if he only sleeps one hour instead of two?  What if his nighttime sleep falls apart?  What if he's too tired to stay up until bedtime?  These are the thoughts/questions swirling about in my mind on day four of transitioning from two naps to one.  

I've actually spent months agonizing over the 'what ifs' of making the transition to one nap a day.  Of course, now that I'm in the thick of it, once again, nothing that I imagined would happen has happened.  In fact, I love the change.  I love the freedom to make an outing in the morning and an outing in the afternoon.  I love that I only have to go through the process (sometimes a struggle!) of putting Hudson down for one nap instead of two.  

Change is good.  Change is good.  Change is definitely good most of the time.  

So why do I resist it so much lately?   

Even assuming my biggest fears happened during the nap transition - so what?  What is the worst thing that will happen?  Maybe he won't nap at all one day, but he'll get back on track the next day.  Maybe I'll have to cancel our plans for the day because he's too tired or he's taking an extra long power nap.  

None of it really matters.  It's all nonsense.  

And it's not the act of something changing that causes my fear; it's my thoughts about the change.  Change just happens.  My thoughts trick me into believing that change is scary.  So instead, I need to trick my mind into thinking that change. is. good.  Yes, change is good.  Did I mention that CHANGE IS GOOD?!   

Hudson is constantly changing.  Changing to meet his ever-changing needs and changing to meet mine.  He goes with the flow.  He's no different than any other baby (I know, he's a toddler now, but he's still my baby!).  They all adapt to change well.  It's me and the rest of the parents resisting change.  We don't adapt so well.

I'm trying to take a cue from Hudson.  I would be a whole lot smarter if I observed and listened as much as he does and embraced change.  My little guy continues to teach me more about myself each day.  Change is good. 

"In times of profound change, the learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists." - Eric Hoffer
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Happy Mommy = Happy Baby = Happy Mommy!

6/24/2011

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I've been in a funk the past few days.  Tired, cranky, scattered and I have not been patient.  I even forgot I had food on the stove tonight and an hour later when I smelled something burning I went into the kitchen to find shriveled up veggies in a dry pot of what was filled with water.  Ruined the veggies and the pot.

It's hard to be in a funk and be a full time mom of a 17.5 month old.  He doesn't understand why I don't want to play "I'm going to get you" for 20 minutes straight or why I'm cranky and snappy.  

My crankiness has of course made Hudson cranky, and then I get frustrated with him, which then makes me more frustrated with myself for the way I respond to him.  

I want to be the kind, patient, loving and present mom ALL OF THE TIME.  My logical brain tells me that it's not possible and that just like Hudson, I'm human and getting frustrated and not being present and patient is a somewhat unavoidable (to an extent) part of life.  But my ego brain scolds me pretty harshly.  I try to imagine what other moms would think if they heard me get frustrated with Hudson, because surely they've never been anything but kind, patient, loving and present, right?!   I must be the only mom alive who has not acted exactly how I want to act as a mom.  ; ) I pile on not only my own guilt for not acting exactly as I wish I had, but I also project what other people would think of me as a mom, which is really just a story without any supporting evidence.  

The mountain of guilt certainly doesn't help me get out of my funk.  Recognizing that I am not my thoughts, nor my self-judgment helps me get back on track.  Just like I praise Hudson for acting a particular way, I have to praise myself and remind myself what an incredible mom I am "most" of the time.  This takes off some of the pressure, which makes me less cranky overall.  And at the end of the day, happy mommy = happy baby = happy mommy!  

I know that my moments of frustration and lack of patience are just an opportunity to take a peek at what's really going on, because it's never what I think it is.  But, sometimes it's hard to remember to search for the "gift" in the pain.  The gift in my few days of bitchiness is the reminder that in order to be a more patient, loving and present mom, I need to take more "me" time.  I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning - without the baby!  
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Einstein Received Love and Affection Before Anything Else.

6/3/2011

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Hudson was a few weeks old and we were at our weekly breastfeeding group.  We were all newbie moms, eyes wide open wondering what we do now that we have these healthy, beautiful little babies.  Our babies were pretty easy, they slept, ate, pooped and snuggled for hours straight.  

It was wonderful having other new moms to connect with.  We talked about milk production, clogged milk ducts, too much production, too little production, our babies' weight gain, our babies' weight loss, lack of sleep, lack of sleep and more lack of sleep.  Same topics, over and over.  Days blended into weeks and weeks into months.  But it felt good knowing that we were all in "it" together and we were sharing an incredibly special bond.

Our get-togethers were comforting.  Until one day. A couple of moms were talking about their flash cards.  I listened quietly.  Granted, I was half asleep, but I swore they were talking about showing their three week old newborns flash cards.  OMG - how did I miss this in the books I had read?  Why didn't my pediatrician tell me about these flash cards?  Damn it, Hudson is already three weeks behind and I'm sure he'll be slower than all of the other babies because his mommy is behind the times and flash cards was not amongst the list of 500 "must haves" from Babies R Us!  I didn't ask questions as all of the moms seemed to know what the other moms were talking about.  I must be the only new mom on the planet who doesn't know about newborn flash cards.  

At the end of the group I drove back home in my lack of sleep daze and started consulting my expert, google.  I couldn't find anything on newborn flash cards other than the marketing pieces by the manufacturers themselves.  Baby Einstein of course has a line of flash cards (brilliant marketing name, by the way!).  But I found nothing to support the use of flash cards and newborn development.  I got to thinking, I'm pretty sure Einstein himself didn't use any sort of newborn flash cards.  Nor Beethoven.  Nor Sir Isaac Newton.  Nor Leonardo da Vinci.  I'm sure Einstein would be mortified if he knew about the Baby Einstein product line.  Now I don't mean to suggest that we should never use modern science and technology to improve the way we learn, but I wasn't able to find anything linking newborn flash cards and learning or development.  (Or any of the Baby Einstein products for that matter).  

Since I wasn't able to find anything solid on flash cards I asked a few friends with older children what they "did" with their newborns and they looked at me like I was going cross-eyed (I may have been given the lack of sleep I was surviving on).  Everyone pretty much came up with the same response - they showered their babies with love and affection, talked to them, made eye contact, sang to them and comforted their newborns.  Love.  Unconditional love.  That is all Hudson needed from me as a newborn.  Lucky for Hudson, he was already getting all of those things from his adoring mommy!  :)  

Hudson is going to be 17 months tomorrow and while he certainly has a lot of toys, for the most part, he still enjoys the simple things.  He couldn't live without his books, his spoons and his special cupboard filled with some Tupperware and pots and pans.  It's a constant reminder to me that I often get guilted into buying "developmental" toys.  I still love the classics - shape sorters, animal sounds books and puzzles and building blocks, but the rest of his toys are really unnecessary.  

I have many friends who are pregnant right now, or who have newborns and I hope this post reaches them right around the time they're at a moms group and wondering if they've messed up their kid for life because they don't have newborn flash cards!  You're doing a great job, just be in love with your babies and they will thrive!  
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My Boobs, My Baby.

4/16/2011

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I wonder why so many people have an opinion as to when I should stop breastfeeding Hudson.  Certainly I've never asked anyone else to do it for me, nor does it inconvenience anyone else in any way.  And most importantly, I've never asked anyone for their opinion.  Yet so many people have shared their opinion that I've "breastfed long enough".  What does that even mean, anyway?

I try not to judge them for their opinions and/or their judgment of me, but sometimes I do.  One person even told me that it was "crucial" that I stop nursing Hudson.  However, when I asked what about it made it "crucial", I got no response.

And speaking of judgement, if I lived in Europe, or anywhere other than the U.S., I would be judged for not nursing Hudson as long as I could.  It's interesting - all of our opinions about other people's "business".  What does it bring up for us when someone does something that we wouldn't do ourselves, and why do we care?  Is it guilt, insecurity, shame or ? 

The World Health Organization recommends mothers nurse their babies until the age of two.  The average length of time moms breastfeed in the U.S. is six months, whereas the worldwide average is two years.  But none of that really matters anyway.  Who cares what the average is anywhere when I'm talking about one mom and one baby.  Both are happy with the current arrangement.  I don't judge moms who choose not to breastfeed their babies, or who do so for a shorter period of time - it's none of my business.

I think it's ironic that women don't think twice about stuffing their breasts with silicone and saline, but breastfeeding a baby beyond year one is often considered disgusting or "wrong".  Which is the natural/intended "use"?  We're the only species who give our babies milk from another animal - is cow's milk really intended for our consumption?  When I think about giving Hudson milk from a cow that  sounds more "disgusting" to me.  But then again, I don't drink milk other than hemp or soy.  

Today we are having a reunion with all of the families we met at a breastfeeding group 15 months ago - to celebrate the boob-bond!  :)   


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