Showing posts with label extended breastfeeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label extended breastfeeding. Show all posts

Monday, 18 June 2018

5 things I have learned about breastfeeding a toddler

Many of us don't set out to breastfeed into toddlerhood, it is just something that seems to happen to us.  We start off with a newborn, who quickly becomes a baby and before we know it, that baby is walking, talking and well and truly a toddler.  The World Health Organisation recommends breastfeeding until at least 2 years old and I think most people that reach that milestone will recognise these things . . .

When you attend a breastfeeding workshop during pregnancy and they told you there is no 'right way up' for a baby to breastfeed,  you didn't really understand.  Now as you sit with your toddler's bum in your face you finally get it.  The cradle and the rugby ball position are things of the past, you now have the spinning wheel, the stand and lean and the tornado. It is clearly the best time to practice toddler yoga though and you are secretly a bit impressed that she can feed balanced with only one leg on the floor and one finger up your nose.

breastfeeding a toddler, boob gymnastics


Toddler tantrums reach a new level as your little nursling starts ripping at your t-shirt and clawing at your breasts because you aren't offering them milk whilst queueing at the post office.  You realise it is never to early to start teaching them manners!  Some mother's choose to impose boundaries like only feeding at home, only feeding at night and others continue to nurse on demand (I have done it both ways) but you know how urgently a toddler can suddenly need milk.

You have defended your decision publically and you have a speech all worked up in your head ready for anyone who questions you.  Breastfeeding is protected by law and you have the right to feed wherever you like - something that you are well versed in by this point.

The dilemma over what to call it seems to begin once your toddler utters his or her first word.  Every toddler seems to call it something different (and I don't think we always get to choose it).  Mummy milk, boobies or something else? (My toddler just says molk at the moment).  Which one are you most comfortable with them yelling across Tesco?

That at the end of the day when you are utterly exhausted, there is nothing better than feeling their little body calm and warm against yours.  You watch their eyes fighting sleep as the milk flows and they slowly drift off in your arms just as they did as a tiny baby.  It is enough to get you through another day of boob gymnastics.

breastfeeding a toddler, boob gymnastics


breastfeeding a toddler, boob gymnastics
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Tuesday, 10 June 2014

The End of Something

It has been over three and a half years since my body felt truly my own, and it is strange to have it back.  After two pregnancies and two stints of breastfeeding, it doesn't come naturally to put on a pretty bra and a fitted dress.  Last week I breastfed Archie for the last time, without having a clue that it was to be the end and I suddenly find myself not 'needed' in the same way I have been for so long.

I knew I was going to miss one feed as I wouldn't be around at bedtime, but Archie chose the night before and after to sleep through the night, meaning I missed three feeds in a row and when he didn't seem bothered on the second night it felt right to bring things to an end.  It had been on the cards for a few weeks but I had no idea on that warm spring evening as we curled up together in the rocking chair that it would be our last breastfeed.

Our journey was relatively smooth and enjoyable.  I wanted to breastfeed for at least eight months but was sure I would finish by a year.  By eleven months we were only feeding at home but neither of us was ready to stop so we continued with no plan or goal in mind.  Archie is now fifteen months and an active, energetic toddler.  He is walking, talking, causing mischief wherever he goes and operating any machinery he can get close to.  He has had the best start in life that I could give him and I feel happy that we had what we had.

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Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Still Breastfeeding at One Year

This is not a post I expected to be writing, yet here I am, still nursing Archie at one year old.  When I was pregnant with Dylan, I knew that I wanted to breastfeed, and thought six weeks seemed a good length of time.  I didn't really know anyone that had fed past a couple of months and that seemed to be the natural point to swap to formula and bottles.

The six week mark came and went.  We had established our routine, my milk had come in and settled and things were going smoothly.  The idea of sterilising, buying powder every week and carrying more around in my already bulging nappy bag was not appealing, and I decided that I may even feed my son until six months.  By then he would be sitting up, eating solids and not needing to nurse any more, or so I thought. I started going to the local breastfeeding support group, mostly because it followed on from baby massage, but I started to see people feeding children from babies up to one year olds, and the idea of feeding a little longer was a lot less strange.

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