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Breast Friends

breast friends

I didn’t think I’d get here but for the first time in like, ever, I’m starting to enjoy breastfeeding. Maybe *enjoy* is not quite the right word here. It’s less of “I’m enjoying my trip to Disneyworld” and more of “I’m enjoying not getting punched in the face”.

I still get the sinking feeling during let down but I’m learning to get that under control by focusing on the fun parts of breastfeeding. Yes, that was fun and breastfeeding in the sentence you just read.

That’s a big deal because for me, breastfeeding is usually accompanied by words like “painful, depressing and OMG WHEN IS THIS EVER GOING TO END???”

But after 5 months of latching on baby Finn, breastfeeding and I are now xoxo BFFs yayy!!

So here’s my list of breastfeeding fun times.

1. Running my fingers across his cheeks while he drinks. Sure, I can do this at other times but this boy is a squirmy one and the only time he’s immobile is when he’s attached to my boob. That’s 20 minutes of unlimited baby cheek access without any squirming.

2. Magical sandman powers. I try not to use it all the time but nursing is the best solution for a fussy baby. It doesn’t matter what he’s crying about – too hot, too cold, too bored, too tired, doesn’t matter, just pop out a boob and BAM, problem solved. He immediately settles down and his eyes roll back into his head like he’s under a potent sleep spell. It’s like I’m the magician and my boobs are…ok never mind.

3. Catching his gaze and being rewarded with a milky smile. Once in a while, my sleep magic doesn’t work and he glances up at me with those heart-melting baby eyes. And he breaks into a gummy, milky smile. And then my heart explodes with too much love.

4. The way he places one hand on my boob and grips my shirt with the other. Which basically says “ALL MINE! Keep off my property.” Strangely, I don’t mind it one bit.

5. Talking. Mostly, I do the talking while he does the drinking. Sometimes I tell him about my day. Other times, I tell him about how awesome he is and how glad we are to have him. And every day without fail, I get to tell him that he’s loved and special as he’s snuggled up in my arms.

Lil Lookbook

Lil Lookbook: Me and my beanie

So this segment is meant to be all about the clothes, but really, who needs clothes when you’ve got a rockin’ beanie? Ok, don’t answer that. Everyone needs clothes.

Except babies.

Babies have a special fashion pass because they’re entitled to wear (or not wear) anything they want.

Baby Finn was very pleased with his new beanie because 1) he doesn’t need to put any pants on and 2) it makes his head feel so warm and snuggly.

I’m totally overdosing on cute right now.

finn beanie

Beanie: Etsy

 

milestones & musings

And we have a winner…

So far, each of my kids have a special cuddly friend. The chosen one. That precious item that keeps their world spinning and helps them fall asleep.

It’s the one thing I’m most terrified of losing because you’ve seen Armageddon right? Except instead of Bruce Willis saving the universe and everyone living happily ever after, it’s the alternate ending where everything gets blown up into a gazillion little pieces.

And this is coming from someone who has lost a number of pretty important things. Like my wedding ring. Wallets. Phones. A $2,000 cheque that I accidentally chucked down the chute (which btw, I managed to retrieve by opening up the chute downstairs and digging through a pile of poopy diapers, an army of cockroaches and other nasty stuff that shall not be described in detail). But none of those things are as bad as losing THE PRECIOUS.

For Truett, it was his blue striped blankie and Kirsten had her precious duck duck. Finn, well, he’s finally made his choice.

Might I add that this selection process is an elaborate one because one does not just anyhowly select a best friend. Since he was born, we’d give him different variations of cuddliness like a blue bunny, a white bunny, a bear, a giraffe and even Kirsten’s spare duck. He’d take one, roll it around in his fingers, smell it, rub it against his cheeks, taste it and then toss it. He did this to each one multiple times until yesterday, he finally settled on a supersoft minky blanket, pressed it to his cheeks and fell asleep.

He held on to this blanket all of last night and this morning, he was all over the thing trying to make out with it.

I think we found a winner.

finn blankie