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Stream of Consciousness Sunday- Guest Post!

by Christine@TheAums on August 7, 2011 · 12 comments

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I’ve had such a good time on my blog this past week! Check out Fashion Friday- HomeHer11 Edition to see what I’m talking about. Today’s SOC Sunday is inspired by a few people…one I barely met online, one I’ve known IRL for many years, and one I’m madly in love with!Last week, @joonluv630 had her husband guest post on her blog and do allthingsfadra’s 5 minute SOCSunday. What he wrote was so genuine and loving and she didn’t even have to pay him! *makes air quotes around the word PAY*

At the same time, unbeknownst to me, Sheila at A Living Family emailed my husband to get his thoughts on breastfeeding from a husband/dad’s perspective. And unbeknownst to me (until I snooped), my husband answered her! Thank you, Sheila, for making this happen!

I’m thrilled to wrap up World Breastfeeding Week (Aug.1-7) with this guest post from my husband…no, he didn’t write it in 5 minutes…but it only took me 5 minutes to write this and paste in his words…and then a few more minutes to do the links and stuff. Just sayin!

Happy World Breastfeeding Week! Happy Homeher11! Happy Stream of Consciousness Sunday!

Oh, and please check out my biggest giveaway yet, especially if you have dirty floors.  It ends on August 9, so go now!

One Dad’s Thoughts on Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding has always been in my mind the best way to feed a baby of any kind, unless of course we’re talking about something that doesn’t have breasts like snakes or something, but I remember being a little let down when, as a lad, I found out that my mother at some point began feeding my brother and I formula, that was the fake stuff, the man made attempt at Mother Nature’s nectar. When the time came to think about feeding a baby of my own I was glad to hear that my wife was all for it. 

I was not prepared for the initial weeks of nursing to be so difficult, while the baby (in this case it was Aumar) was getting Colostrum and waiting for milk to establish he was not getting his belly filled and became a cranky, crabby, crying bundle of hunger. We could see he was losing weight, he felt lighter, and Christine was feeling a bit as if she wasn’t doing her job properly despite the fact that she was doing everything she could.

 This is the time that some mother’s give up, between those first weeks and couple months into nursing, in passing I can recall hearing that it was too hard and that it hurt and that it was just not worth all the headache and hardship. From Christine, though she was nearing despair, I am proud to say that she stuck with it. We tried everything from Fenugreek to feeding the baby with a syringe, tube and pinky to substitute the feeling of a nipple so that the baby would not reject the real thing once milk was flowing.

And flow it did, there is nothing as beautiful as watching a Mama nurse her baby and when the eyes have rolled back into their skull and that baby is drunk as a skunk on the blissful drink something lights up and glows so warm and magical it made me want to melt to see it. I never even came close to that feeling when it was my turn to give the middle of night feeding from a bottle but there were slight glimpses of that satisfaction and ahhhh, when a happy content baby has passed out from the sheer exhaustion of a meal well drank.

I haven’t had too many conversations about breastfeeding and weighing its pros and cons, it seems to me the scale is tipped. We want to think we can create or recreate everything we need in this world but I can speak from experience, between real breastmilk and the fake stuff there is no comparison. I remember months before Aumar was born being at a dinner party where an Italian couple were having to deal with a fussy baby. Finally the father said to his wife,”have you tried the breast, try the breast!!!” It seemed to never fail for our four and if it did we knew something serious was up.

Breastfeeding nurtures the bond between not only mother and baby but it strengthens the bond of a father as well. The memories I hold of Christine nursing our babies are like precious gems that can never fade, they’re like moments of perfection brought to life by a baby dreaming deep and a mother’s sacrifice of sleep.

 

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Brandi August 7, 2011 at 6:18 pm

Wow, A.J. This is just awesome. Seriously.

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Christine@TheAums August 7, 2011 at 11:13 pm

I will pass that along to him, Brandi! Was hoping you could share it with you know who!

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Liz @ The Six Year Itch August 7, 2011 at 6:52 pm

Great way to end World Breast Feeding Week. You guys are so supportive of one another. Makes me melt.

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Christine@TheAums August 7, 2011 at 11:12 pm

Yeah, Liz, hop on fb chat and I’ll tell you how supportive he is…kidding…couldn’t and can’t grow 4 babies without his love and support.

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Heidi August 7, 2011 at 7:28 pm

wow….just teared up reading AJ’s comments!!

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Christine@TheAums August 7, 2011 at 11:10 pm

I totally did too! Makes me want to have another baby, haha!

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Monika August 7, 2011 at 8:02 pm

Aww, “Baby is drunk as a skunk on the blissful drink” – I remember that well with my own Munchkin. I’m so impressed that you would share your feelings so candidly like this – Kudos! I loved reading this.

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Christine@TheAums August 7, 2011 at 11:09 pm

I’m so glad you enjoyed reading it, and I’m happy my husband gave me permission to share it!

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Julie Jordan Scott August 8, 2011 at 10:59 am

Trying again! Oh, how I loved these moments of drunkenness for both my babies and for me, too… (I remember plenty of episodes of feeling blissfully drunk after a session myself!)

Now that my babies are grown (and still growing) I treasure those recollections even more….. grateful you commented on my SOC and LOVE this guest post!

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Christine@TheAums August 8, 2011 at 4:18 pm

Wow, thanks for being a persistent commenter…not sure what the issue was the other day but I hope it doesn’t happen too often for my readers. I love that my husband wrote his thoughts down- for me and for the kids, and possibly for other dads out there! Drunk on mama’s milk…Bliss!

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