5 months on, and we are still boobin’. Still using the tubes.Still using Domperidone.Still eating and drinking galactagogues.Still taking Saint John’s Wort.Still getting frustrated at
I’m writing this right now from a couch in a little beach shack in Manly, Australia. We are visiting from Switzerland for five weeks for
I just had a moment. Context: These past few days I have been feeling like I have more milk. The very rare and random occasions
I fluctuate so dramatically and rapidly with how I feel about our current feeding situation, at four months. One day I absolutely love it and
The last week has been rough. Both of my boys and I are all very sick, my littlest boy the sickest, and we have been
So now I have this huge freezer stash of breast milk. Woot! Now. The logistics. There seems to be a steep learning curve when it
I woke up today to find this message on my phone from my beautiful midwife: Good morning dear Jo. It might be x-mas and easter
So we have reached three months! And one day. I have been breastfeeding for over three months! Those first three months were the months that
There is so much going on in my boob-brain right now (it’s located just left of the overthinking cortex, in case you were wondering). I
I was going to call this post ‘Poo’, but decided against it. There will be a small mention of wee too. Haha. However, if poo
