Changing Rhythms

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I dressed this morning, reaching to the very back of my top dresser drawer to pull out a bra I haven’t worn in over a year. I chose an outfit without worrying about easy access. I left for work without the large black tote bag which has carried my breast pump, cooler bag, ice pack, and other accoutrements of the working nursing mom for the last ten months, and, feeling a little lighter, I walked to the train station this crisp fall morning, instead of waiting for a bus.

It was bittersweet.

This in no way marks the end of breastfeeding for Julian and me. I nursed him as usual this morning before we got out of bed, and I’ll do so again tonight, and the next day, and for the foreseeable future until it feels right for both of us to stop. But now that we’ve reached the one-year mark, and Julian is happily tucking into nearly every food item we put in front of him, I have decided to take the first small step toward weaning by no longer pumping at work.

It’s bittersweet.

The pumping itself, I won’t miss. The the lugging of equipment on public transportation, the physical pain and discomfort from missed sessions, the spilled milk, the clogged ducts… I’m quite happy to put all of those things behind me.

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But it’s bittersweet.

In some ways, this marks the beginning of the end. Soon this special thing I have shared with my son and no one else will be behind us, and he’ll need me a little less, and there will be one fewer thing I can do to comfort him.

I feel lucky and grateful to have made it this far, to have persevered, and I am grateful that I was able to feed my son in the best way for us from the time I returned to work at 10 weeks postpartum to the present. But…

I’m not going to lie – it has been fraught. Difficult. Harder than it should be, I think, in this day and age, in this country.

The law protects a woman’s right to breastfeed, and to express milk after returning to work, and provides that you have a safe, clean, private place to do so, but in reality… let’s just say I haven’t always felt so supported. I shed a lot of tears about that. I felt shamed, at times, and I questioned my judgment, and frankly, that’s just wrong.

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Things got better and easier after our move and the changes to my work situation, and I feel like I am now in a place where *I* am the one making the decision to wean, like *I* am the one in control, that my hand is not being forced by someone else, or that I’m being punished for the decisions I’ve made about how to feed my child.

But I’m sad that such a beautiful part of my life, and Julian’s, is tied up with such ugly and difficult memories for me.

It’s bittersweet.

And this really resonates.

6 Months

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This past Wednesday was Julian’s half-birthday. He’s six months old! And those months have absolutely flown by… I still can’t believe that the tiny, sleepy, squinty little bundle we brought home in September is now this joyful little person who spends much of his time trying to crawl around the apartment. Today we took him in for his six month checkup, and his growth is right on track: he measured 27 inches long, weighed 17 lbs. 4 oz., and his head measured 17 1/4 inches. He’s strong and healthy and developing exactly as he should be, and Mike and I are so, so grateful for that.

On a related note, Julian and I have now made it through six months of breastfeeding, which I am really proud of. Nursing and pumping has been one of the most challenging things I’ve done in life, but it has also been one of the most rewarding. We’re not done yet, but I feel like we’ve passed a big milestone, and met the goal I had set for myself at the start.

As I mentioned after his four month checkup, today’s visit was when we were set to discuss starting solids with his doctor, but things didn’t go quite as I had expected. In fact, it wasn’t much of a discussion at all… after Julian’s exam and immunizations, and a conversation about his surgery next month (more on that in a minute), the doc said simply, “you can start him on solids.”

His very own seat at the table.

I blurted out that for the last few weeks, we had been giving him tiny fingertip-tastes of whatever we were eating when he showed interest, everything from avocado to chile-braised goat tacos to anchovies, and she chuckled and said “you should probably start slow, fruits and vegetables, cereals, keep things simple,” and that was the end of it. I had two copies of the six page Google doc I had compiled over the last few months right there in my bag, with all my notes and research outlined on it, and I didn’t even pull them out. I was a little disappointed, but on the other hand, I suppose her lack of super-specific instruction or guidelines means that she trusts us enough not to do anything stupid, to figure it out and do what works for the three of us. I guess we’ll find out – we’ve got his brand new high chair in place and we’re ready to go.

So about that surgery. Julian’s scheduled to go in for an outpatient procedure on April 6th to correct a congenital defect (Mike and I have discussed at great length how much of Julian’s life and health we want to discuss in any public forum, and for his privacy, we’re not going to go into any more detail than this). The specialist who will be performing the procedure has great credentials, and assures us that the procedure is relatively routine and that Julian should come through it just fine. He will be put under general anesthesia, which I find to be the scariest part, and we’re set to meet with the pediatric anesthesiology team on Monday to go over everything and address any questions we have. We feel very good about his doctors and are confident that he’ll be in great hands, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading the whole thing. I’m scared, but trying to keep a cool head and positive attitude.

This Just In

“Breastfeeding and human milk are the normative standards for infant feeding and nutrition. Given the documented short- and long-term medical and neurodevelopmental advantages of breastfeeding, infant nutrition should be considered a public health issue and not only a lifestyle choice. The American Academy of Pediatrics reaffirms its recommendation of exclusive breastfeeding for about 6 months, followed by continued breastfeeding as complementary foods are introduced, with continuation of breastfeeding for 1 year or longer as mutually desired by mother and infant.”

Read more from this newly released journal article from the American Academy of Pediatrics here.

And So It Begins

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Julian slept through the night last night, for the very first time.

I started awake a little after 3 am, and realized that he had been completely silent since we turned in around 10 pm (yes, 10. Envy our rockstar lifestyle). I reached over and gently held my hand to his little chest, which was rising and falling steadily as he breathed. He was completely out, and in no rush to wake for a middle-of-the-night feeding. He slept deeply and well until 5:30 or so, just around the time I have to get up to get ready for my workday, and I’ll admit that I lingered a bit longer than normal as I nursed him before heading out the door.

You would think that I’d be happier about this new development – after all, if there’s anything I have needed over these last 19 weeks, it’s more uninterrupted sleep – but I’ve really come to love night nursing. My days are so long, and my time with Julian so limited during the week, that I look forward to our overnight time together, those still, sleepy moments when I bring him into our bed to feed him after he wakes, and we drift back to sleep all nestled together. He is the sweetest, the snuggliest, and though I knew this time would come, the thought of my baby already making these first small movements toward independence brings tears to my eyes. He’s 19 weeks old, and already he needs his mama less and less.

Going Public

This is a photo of me breastfeeding Julian in public. We had just finished a visit to the local indoor farmers market we frequent, and while the little guy slept the whole time we were shopping, he woke and got fussy soon after we stepped outside to wait for our bus home. He was hungry. Knowing that once we got on our bus, it would be at least another half hour before we arrived home, I decided to step back inside, find a quiet spot, and feed my son.

I also handed Mike my iPhone and asked him to take a photo, because I knew that at some point, I was going to want to talk about the subject of breastfeeding in public, my experiences with it, and the controversy surrounding the issue, here. I also wanted to see what someone might see as they walked by us sitting on this bench for a feeding. Not much, apparently.

This was not the first time I had to feed him in public; in fact, I sometimes joke that I went through a bit of a “breastfeeding boot camp” in our early weeks. We were out and about a lot during Julian’s first weeks of life, and since newborns need to eat so often, I found myself nursing him in public on numerous occasions. It was often not easy or comfortable, especially since Julian and I were both still learning the ropes, but when faced with a hungry baby, I did what I had to do for him. We figured it out, and it got a lot easier. There are still times I need to feed him in public, but it’s not as stressful as it used to be.

I learned how to dress with the expectation that I might need to nurse in public during any given outing – for me this involves a system of layers, nursing bra plus tank plus a shirt with some give to it plus a scarf or cardigan for extra coverage. I learned how to hold and maneuver the baby to get him onto my breast for a feeding and then off again quickly and with a minimum of exposure. I learned how to nurse him while wearing him in both the Moby Wrap and the Baby Bjorn.

I’ve nursed Julian on a bench in a remote hallway of an IKEA store (3 times in one visit!). I’ve nursed him in cars, and on an Amtrak train that was delayed for 2 and a half hours due to mechanical problems. I’ve nursed him on the Rose Kennedy Greenway in Boston, and near the cliff walk in Newport. I’ve nursed him while standing in a restaurant bathroom, and while sitting on the front stoop outside of our apartment building, waiting for emergency repairs to be made. None of these experiences were as comfortable or as pleasant for either of us as nursing him in the privacy of our home, but when my son needs to eat, wherever we may be, I will feed him.

It is my legal right to do so.

More importantly, it is his right to be fed when he is hungry.

Reading about Simone dos Santos’s recent experience outside a DC courtroom, and more specifically, reading the comments generated by the article, made me livid. These are a just a few gems from Facebook:

Diane Dizacomo: “No one is saying for you to starve your baby. that excuse is getting mighty old. Gee how did we all live before woman began breast feeding in public?? oh yeah that’s right a thing called BOTTLES!!! there’s this thing called pumps? and feeding your child before you leave the house?, a car? go home??? any of these solutions work. it’s not like you don’t have choices. No one is keeping you from sitting in your car or taking the “starving” child home. Pump your milk and put it in a damn bottle.”

Elizabeth Dunne: “the fact that this is news proves women who breastfeed in public are militant, attention seeking idiots.”

I have lived in Michigan, Massachusetts, New York City, and Rhode Island. I have seen a lot of things that I thought were better suited to a more private venue (clipping your nails on the subway, anyone?), but I have yet to see a breastfeeding woman, anywhere, parading around with her boobs out. I won’t even address those comments that equate nursing a child in public to taking a dump or jerking off in public, or the commenters who live in some magical fairytale land where 70% of public restrooms are clean and nice and have couches where a nursing mother can (and should! they say) sit to feed their child.

It’s shocking and sad to me that the act of feeding a child can generate such vitriol.

Many commenters bring up breast pumps. Breast pumps are a wonderful thing. They enable nursing moms to supply their baby with breast milk for times when they are not physically present. But they are a supplement to, not a substitute for breastfeeding. They can be difficult to use, especially at first. They are not nearly as effective or efficient at expressing milk as a hungry baby is. And they are expensive – in some cases, buying or renting a pump may be cost-prohibitive. Expecting that every breastfeeding mother has the means to obtain a pump and bottles and all the accompanying paraphernalia is ridiculous.

Forty-five states, plus the District of Columbia and the Virgin Islands, have laws that specifically allow women to breastfeed in any public or private location. ANY public or private location, regardless of how you as an observer might feel about it.

Breastfeeding in public is a legally protected right.

I am not militant, nor am I seeking attention when I nurse my child in a public space. In fact, the last thing I want to do in that instance is to call attention to myself or my boobs. I suspect that the vast majority of nursing moms feel the same. I just want to feed and soothe my kid, to tend to his needs as quickly as possible.

No mother should be called out or shamed for that.

To those people who are uncomfortable with public breastfeeding, I say this: it’s not about you.

It’s not about nudity or “indecency” or sexuality.

It’s about feeding a child.

I will exercise my legally protected right to do so, and I will stand in support of any other woman who does the same, just as you can exercise your right to look away and move on.

One Down

Home. Guess he missed me.

I’ve been back to work for a week now, and mostly, we’re doing fine. We got off to a bit of a rocky start, and there have been definite ups and downs in the past week, but I think the three of us are slowly beginning to find our groove. What’s most surprising to me is that the things I was most worried about are the things that have gone the most smoothly. As for the rest, as we’re learning, every day is different, and you just have to be flexible, be patient, and remember to breathe.

After getting almost every meal direct from the breast for the first 10 weeks of his life, Mike and I were both a little worried about how Julian would take to being bottle-fed during the day when I returned to work. We made a last-minute change to the type of bottle we use just days before my return, and that seems to have made a huge difference. Julian has been drinking his milk like a champ throughout the day, and I nurse him whenever I’m home. It has been pretty seamless.

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As for sourcing that milk, pumping at the office has gone far, far better than I expected. I’ll admit to quite a bit of trepidation on my part that first time I closed my office door, unhooked my bra and pulled the girls out, but once I reminded myself that this is totally not about me, it’s about feeding our son, things have gone swimmingly. I’m pumping three times a day while at work, and bringing home a consistent amount which has been more than enough for Mike to feed to Julian the next day. We’ve barely touched the milk I stashed in the freezer in the weeks before my leave ended, though it’s really nice to know that it’s there should we ever need it.

Pasta with sausage and broccoli rabe. Probably one of my favorite quick dinners.

I think the biggest challenge we’re facing now is making sure that The Mommy and The Daddy are adequately fed throughout the day. I’ve been trying to fix or prep lunch for Mike as well as for myself before I head out the door in the morning – something nutritious and tasty that he can easily eat with one hand, and with a minimum of cleanup – but dinners are proving to be a bit more challenging. We’re both pretty tired by the time evening rolls around (plus I’ve usually got the baby attached to me like a barnacle soon after I walk in the door), and while we’ve done okay so far tag-teaming dinner prep and getting something into our bellies, I think we both feel like we could step up our game a bit going forward.

We have a tiny fridge and freezer in our apartment, so there’s only so much in the way of advance cooking that we can do. We don’t own a microwave (and don’t intend to get one), so that leaves out any heat-and-eat meals that can’t go into the oven. We’ve done pretty well with pasta meals and quick-cooking, roasted or sautéed seafood with vegetables, but we’re both getting a little bored with our old standbys. I’m hoping we get to spend a bit of time this weekend setting up satisfying dinners for the coming week. Suggestions are, of course, welcome.

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