I've been having some pretty strange dreams lately.
But last night's really takes the cake.
All I remember is that I had like two foot long hair growing out of my toes. There was so much of it that I had a pony tail of hair on each foot. And when I walked it went "flop flop flop"
I must figure out what is giving me these dreams!!!
I went to a Le Leche League meeting last night.
It was nice to not be the only person in the universe nursing a two year old!
They were a nice bunch of ladies, and I think I'll return each month. We'll see.
The first thing we did was go around the room and introduce ourselves and then we had to say who our nursing/mother role model was. As in, why do we do what we do??
Almost everyone said their own mother. But it was tough for me. My mom nor my mother in law have ever been huge breastfeeding people. Don't get me wrong, they have never been against it, just not telling me, "this is what you have to do"
I honestly don't know why I ever started nursing. It isn't something I remember researching alot of when I was pregnant with Matthew. I do remember just thinking that is what you did, so I would try. But, I had a big stockpile of bottles, just in case. Then, when he was born with a birth difference, I felt I had betrayed him somehow, and that no matter what it took I would make breastfeeding work. I used to cry, it hurt so bad, but I was determined.
Each kid has gotten the privilege of nursing longer. I guess I just chalk it up to 'ya live and learn, and then do better' Lots of things have changed in my parenting over the years, and I would like to think that it has changed for the better, although not everyone agrees, I'm sure.
This way of parenting just works for us. And it's like they say (and my new saying when someone asks me if I'm still nursing that baby!), "if it ain't broke...don't fix it!"