She has a pile of babies in a wagon in our front room. Yesterday, I was lying on the couch, while she stood and played with her babies. I hadn’t buttoned her onesie, and she lifted it from one end, up over her chest, to reveal bee-sting baby toddler nipples. She took her bald baby doll, . . . → Read More: Beannut, the Nursing Toddler
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The Beannut wants to share the love. Now, when she sees anything that has something resembling a mouth she cavebaby-speaks and wants me to nurse it–a character on a box of teething biscuits, a puppet on TV, an image of a baby on the laptop monitor, a photo text from her baby cousin. Her dolls, her . . . → Read More: Got Milk? A friend came by today who I haven’t seen in a while. Her adorable son is one month older than the Bean, and the two of them cooked together on the Bean’s Melissa and Doug pots and pan set while my friend and I caught up. She wants another baby. “I just see pregnant women and I…” . . . → Read More: Like Christmas Every Day This past week, we had the Beannut baptized. The ceremony was held during her naptime and I worried that she’d be freaking out and unmanageable through the ceremony and sleeping off in a corner during our luncheon. Instead, she was nothing short of angelic. Similarly, on Thanksgiving, she didn’t nap enough and had been pretty tired . . . → Read More: Because She Doesn’t Have A Lot of Toys? You all know that I have been nursing every 2 hours for the past 11 months. This is not something I ever thought I would say. It’s not all been bliss, let me tell you. The sleep deprivation alone has transported me to places that probably even peyote couldn’t (not that I’ve ever tried it). So bear with . . . → Read More: Nursing Baby Gummy Bear I suppose not. Evil is probably too strong a word. Though, when you have 150 people, including cashiers at Stop and Shop, telling you that you need to put some in the bottle of your unsuspecting baby from the time of three months, before their bodies are even able to fully digest your own breastmilk, it . . . → Read More: Is Rice Cereal Evil? Me to the Beanpa on a walk to Whole Foods the other night to pick up a new “secret” item I was going to try out on the Beannut in an act of sheer desperation during her most recent growth spurt (and with limited choices due to her dairy and soy intolerances, which prevent her from . . . → Read More: What Are You Then? Caught ya! For all these months, dear Beannut, you had us fooled. Mommy has given up evenings out with friends, many many nights of sleep, museums in the city, has gone out for 90 mins only to race back and nurse you from my very breast. All because you seemed to have forgotten how to drink from . . . → Read More: Oh, So You Do Know How To Drink From a Bottle! Which is in my room. Next to my bed. But the waking … she is capable of sleeping more than 2 hours at a stretch. She’s done it before. What happened to that girl? Night #1 Day one is kind of an accidental shot in the dark, following a prescription for Pepcid, which I thought would work instantly . . . → Read More: Diary of a Week in the Crib It’s hard not to be obsessed with sleep. I haven’t really had any in about ten months. That’s counting the last two months of my pregnancy, when all I would do is lay upright at night (from the severe heartburn) like the elephant man, rubbing my legs and itching my belly. Now, I have a frequent . . . → Read More: My Sleep Obsession Lives On… |
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