Monday, July 18, 2011


I hate when someone asks me if I'm *STILL* nursing (with the half-cocked head and sympathetic face).  Why wouldn't I be?  My son is four months old.

I hate it when someone asks me how long I intend to breast feed.  I respond with, "I think I'd like to go for 18-24 months."  They look at me like I have two heads.

I hate that I can't stand on a podium and shout that I'm proud that I'm an nursing mother without someone getting offended because they couldn't/didn't breast feed.

Something changed yesterday.

A friend who recently had a baby messaged me.  She was having issues in the boob department, and because I'd been so vocal about breast feeding, she thought I could help.

I could help.  I did help.

Through all the controversy I've stirred on facebook, my MIL's house, or just in general regarding what boobs were meant for, I got through to someone.

Every bit was worth it.  I'm going to continue being a breastfeeding advocate.  I don't care if people start actually believing that I have two heads.

Because I also have two boobs. :)

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