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Post # 622 : Breast pumps freak me out.

I hate breast pumps. There. I have said it. It’s off my breasts chest. Out there in the open.That’s partly because I love feeding my baby au naturale – and majorly partly because i am friggin’ scared of the damn thing.

I saw this video sometime when i was pregnant …I watched it  in horror, sitting on all fours on the couch.

How to use a breast pump

First you gotta fit in your nipple in the tube.Then with a buzzing sound, you hafta wait while the nipple recalls producing milk, reaches out and gets around the job.It still gives me nightmares about my nipples:

Woman loses nipple to a breast pumpBreaking news on ‘what the fuck’ local news channel.

My breasts gush forth love … and milk at the sight of my baby. To replicate the experience, it is suggested in the vid and in general, that you put your baby’s pic in front of you… to get the gold flowing. WTF. To me, that feels like doing a friggin’ porno. You know.

I say ….

I feel for working moms or anyone, who cannot afford to feed their babies , and so resort to using breast pumps. As for myself, I say i am certainly more than a cow in the farm.

Disclaimer : All views in this post are intended at ‘me’, mumhoody, motherhoodchallenges.com. I , in no way, am ridiculing, judging, hurting, …. judging anyone or anybody, in particular or in general. All mothers are awesome.


Post # 630: Listen closely – your baby is talking to you.

Since I am starting from a point when my baby is 3 months old. i have to cover base. So let me update you a bit on the topic.

If you have a baby who is normal like most babies, she would want her food roughly every two hours. But if you have a baby like mine, he would eye you like his food at the drop of his hat or something like that. It is what they call feeding from hell ‘demand feeding‘.  Or Oh hell.

This meant my son wanted to feed every 20 minutes. Yes that’s true. It’s also true that i put up with it. So now I have a happy child. And by that i mean that ‘he does not know how to cry’ – every mum’s dream right?

Elder female members would tell me to feed him , when he ‘cries’. wtf. Sadly i followed the advice initially but then realized that something was going terribly wrong. That happened when he was a mere 2 week old. So i fed him whenever he got a little fussy. And that meant dragging my ‘split-and-stictchedhoo-haa to the chair whilst sweating like a pig. Result : he quit crying.

By week 6 he was talking! His word for demanding feed was ‘Boo’. Like an adult whenever he got hungry he looked at me in the eyes and solemnly says ‘Boo’. Though that’s the only word he can say now as well, it is obvious important to note that it communicates his only need of food.

Result? He is as happy as a baby shark baby can be.