This post was supposed to be published last week as part of the Keep Britain Breastfeeding scavenger hunt, but some not very nice news got in the way and I’m only able to post it now. But don’t worry! There’s still three days left to try your hand at winning some prizes!
Hello my lovely little Boo, I hope this letter finds you well.
You are growing up so fast at the moment (I say that every month, but it’s true!) and we have done a lot of things together like go to Whipsnade Zoo (again for the umpteenth, but it’s brilliant there, you love to look up at the giraffes and stare at the birds in the aviary, but your most favourite thing there currently is the swings. There’s one for you and right next to it is an adult swing so I give you a couple of big pushes and then I hop onto the swing next to you and we have a little swing together which is the most hilarious thing, apparently. Oh, and you love us racing each other down the big slide in the soft play area) and we took a trip to the O2 and watched In The Night Garden Live. That was a bit of a last-minute decision but well worth it, you were utterly captivated by the whole thing, especially the Ninky Nonk but you were a little shy meeting Iggle Piggle at the end (it was a very well done show and if you’re still into the programme next year we’ll go again)
This month though, I’d like to talk about breastfeeding. We’ve been doing it for a while now (20 months, funnily enough) and it’s still a very important part of our day together. I think some people think it’s a little unusual to be feeding a baby over a year – before I had you, I was probably one of them, I don’t think I had ever planned to nurse for more than 12 months, although I can’t actually recall those feelings as feeding you now seems so natural (because it is).
As it’s not the only food source for you these days it’s become something else. It’s a way for us to reconnect after a day at nursery and work, it still helps you to get to sleep in the evenings where you drift off in my arms, it soothes bumps and pains and washes away tantrums. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without being able to nurse you. When you were really ill a few months ago with a chest infection and we had to take you to A&E, it was my milk that helped you to get through the scary situation. I can’t help thinking that the antibodies in the milk have helped you get very few colds and sniffles and when you do get them, they just brush past you. Feeding you is certainly different these days, not just in what the milk means to you, but as you have grown up you have become much more acrobatic and will try to feed standing up, upside down, sitting next to me while watching the telly, while I’m standing up and you’re in someone else’s arms (a less successful pose that one), you can out pose a yogi!
But the best pose is still with you sitting on my lap. In our little bubble we play games and high-five each other and you’ll play ’round and round the garden’ on my hand and tickle my belly and I’ll stroke your hair and sing you songs. Sometimes Ian will try to sit on our laps, which I’ll never stop finding amusing, but you always push him off. This is our time. This is the best time actually, and I will never forget these wonderful moments for as long as I live and I hope you at least will remember the feeling of these happy safe moments we shared together.
It’s the end of the scavenger hunt, but do say hello to these lovely blogs!
Also one of the sponsors of the hunt is Monkey Mama necklaces. I bought one of these necklaces in an attempt to distract Betsy from doing too much nipple tweaking (which she does a lot, and it flipping hurts!) and so far it seems to be working!