100 Words: Chapter 4

Oh my! The past weeks have been absolutely bursting at the gills with summertime fun. They’ve also been full of computers that fall out of the backs of vans, screen replacements, faulty batteries, hacked websites and brand spankin’ new laptops. I’ve been in a technological funk but I think I’m now on the upswing thanks to my amazing husband, Mr. Nourish!

You have all been so patiently waiting for the publication of new 100 Words stories and the next week should fill up your cup. I’ll be posting stories every day for the next week and then I’ll likely slow down a bit as my kids start school. We’ve got lots of stories, enough to take us at least through Halloween but I’d still love to hear YOURS! If you’d like to share Your Breastfeeding Journey in 100 Words or Less, please send them to me at amber@ambermccann.com. I’ve been so moved, challenged and humbled by your stories. Keep ’em coming. There is power in our stories!

From Katy, of StylinMomma:

I always knew I would breastfeed. There was no doubt. Good thing, because it was much harder than I expected. I was too stubborn to ask for help. So I suffered. Refusing to quit, because I WOULD breastfeed.

I went on to breastfeed my daughter until she decided she was done, at age 3. The second time I had a much easier start, though it was not without it’s own challenges. I’m so thankful that I’ve had the chance to breastfeed my daughters and show them the love and dedication that is necessary to breastfeed a toddler. Breastfeeding changed me.

From Melissa, which has cause me to completely tear up this morning:

There is peanut butter on my nipple. Apparently there’s nothing like mama milk to wash down a PB&J when you’re almost two years old. These days I can barely remember that tiny baby who went to my breast just minutes after his birth, but at the same time it seems like he’s always been there, snuggled up and grinning a milky grin. And nursing is so woven through the fabric of our relationship that it almost seems silly to call it breastfeeding—there’s much more than food passing between us in those moments at the breast.

And from Leigh Ann, who supports breastfeeding moms and their babes in NYC:

In the late 70’s, Mama built us kids a snow-woman with big breasts in the front yard of our house in NC. I loved that I had breasts! Phoebe came first. She nursed like a champ. I loved breastfeeding so I became a LLL Leader. Then Chloe came along with her tight tongue and we muddled through. I became an IBCLC (International Board Certified Lactation Consultant). Then came Finn, conceived the week Mama died and his tongue was tighter and my nipples bled and he lost a pound and I thought I would die. Rob took me outside of myself and we worked it out.

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