When Breastfeeding Sucks
The messy emotional mess of deciding when to quit.
The messy emotional mess of deciding when to quit.
Remembering everything you felt — or didn’t — when you first met your baby.
Practical tips for postpartum boobcare.
I do not think those words mean what the tabloids think they mean.
An interview with the Mominatrix herself, Kristen Chase.
With something-something-I-don’t-know-the-lyrics…
Another dilemma from the “my birth control is driving me crazy” files. Plus: a round up of the non-hormonal options.
You’ve had a baby! Congratulations. Now when are you having another one?
Did a major network television show just get breastfeeding…right?
Two boobs, one pump, and two very different experiences.
A concerned husband wants to know when it stops being “just hormones” and starts being something more serious.
Secret shame: Nobody wants to talk about how nobody wants to have sex anymore.
It’s harder than you think.
Brought to you by the Misdirected Googlers who erroneously end up here after searching for “list of foods can’t eat while breastfeeding” or “is it safe to eat (insert some junk food I ate a lot of while pregnant) while breastfeeding.”
Dealing with the pressure to supplement.
Phantom food aversions, long after the fact.
In which your columnist finally admits to having ongoing and inappropriate feelings towards chocolate pudding.
Our swaddling blankets became a few of our most prized possessions. And since I still get questions about whether such-and-such blanket is worth the money or how many blankets should I register for or HALP MY BABY PUNCHES HERSELF IN THE FACE AT NIGHT, I figured it’s time to just put all my Very Important Opinions all in one place.
I believe I’ve mentioned once or twice or fourteen-dozen times that my older son became…intensely challenging in the weeks and months right after we brought his baby brother home. He was three years old, and he was AWFUL. I feel like I can call him that because 1) he’s not, anymore, and 2) because he was objectively, literally, monumentally AWFUL.
Of all the postpartum fallout to my body, my c-section scar is actually pretty low on the list of things that bother me. But it’s still there. And I did wonder if there was anything I could do about it.