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Tounge Ties + Lip Ties: A Full Rundown
Tongue ties and lip ties—newborn feeding woes, speech quirks, and the occasional family debate at the dinner table. Let’s dive deep into what they are, what to do about them, and why everyone seems to have an opinion.
Everything You Need to Know About Getting Breastmilk Through Airport Security
When my son was three months old, I returned to work. By the time he was four months old, I had a travel job that required me to fly across the country. As an exclusively pumping mom with a strong milk supply, my plan was to pump consistently during the trip to maintain my supply and hopefully bring some milk home for my son towards the end of my trip. Luckily, I had pumped enough milk in advance to cover his needs while I was away, but I didn’t want to waste any milk during my travels. My goal was to bring a couple of bags back to keep my stock up.
Breastfeeding: The Secret to Shrinking Your Uterus
Ah, breastfeeding—a beautiful bond between mother and baby, right? If you choose to do it and / or if you are able to (check out other blog posts on those topics). But did you know it also packs a punch of benefits for the momma too? Let’s dive into the science of what happens to a woman’s body and brain when she breastfeeds. Spoiler alert: it’s not just about nourishing the little one; it’s a whole wellness journey for you, too!
The Worst Lactation Specialist in Brooklyn
Let me set the stage for you: a new mom, a tiny human with an insatiable appetite, and a whole lot of confusion. A wise friend once said, “Back in the day, we raised babies in a tribe, with all the women before us ready to lend a hand.” Fast forward to today, and many of us are navigating this wild ride without our tribes nearby. So, what do we do? We hire our tribes!
The Nursing Chair That I Never Nursed In: A Hilariously Emotional Tale
When I was pregnant with my first baby, I had this vision of being the quintessential "Brooklyn Mom." Picture it: limited gear, baby strapped to me in a chic sling, and zero bottles because I would be the breastfeeding queen. Naturally, I devoted an embarrassing amount of time to finding the perfect nursing chair for my baby’s room. It had to swivel, rock gently, have the perfect arm height for elbow support, and a tall enough back to rest my head during those dreamy late-night feedings. The fabric had to be just right—nothing too dark since I imagined countless meals being spilled on it. Finally, I found "The One," ordered it online, and couldn't wait to sit in it, pregnant, daydreaming about nursing my soon-to-arrive little boy. Little did I know that the times I sat in it pregnant would outnumber those after he arrived.