From Alissa:
The first time, there in the candlelit room where I had labored for twenty-two hours, labored with purpose and patience and expectation… middle of the night feedings where I would just sit there and marvel over him… waking up to him laying there beside me nursing in his dreams, barely even register offering my breast to him before I went back to snuggled up sleep… the first time he signed ‘nurse’ to me and how my heart swelled… him running to me saying “Nursies!” and nursing standing up for 27 seconds and then running back to the slide laughing.
Leigh Ann shares Nana’s story:
When Phoebe was a baby we took her to visit one of her great-grandmother’s, Rob’s Nana. She loved that I was nursing Phoebe. This is the story she shared: in Italy in Nana was a wet nurse. First she had Giuseppe, then a tragedy in the village left a baby boy orphaned, his grandfather approached Viola, “Please feed my grandson your good milk” and she did. Then came Maria and an older neighbor approached Viola “I am too old, please feed my baby your good milk” and she did. Nana had three of her own children but she nursed five.
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I continue to be very overwhelmed by your stories. I am honored that you are sharing your pain, your struggle, your success and all the stuff in between. I’m still accepting stories, ALL stories, regardless of what your experience was with breastfeeding, and will continue to do so until September 1 for publication on this blog. Please email me about your breastfeeding journey in 100 words or less to amber@ambermccann.com. Feel free to share this request.
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