Magic Wand?

Breastfeeding is my magic wand, and I have to admit I feel like I have fewer tools in my toolbox now than I did when I used to babysit regularly, before having my own kid.  The other stuff just doesn’t work quite as well for me (although clearly James has ways he deals with all the above situations that don’t involve lactating, I’m pretty sure they require more work).   For a while, we swapped babysitting with friends so we could all get some time off, and it was while watching their son, who had some serious separation anxiety the first time, that I had no idea what to do to make him feel better.  Even if I thought my friend would be ok with me nursing her son (and I hadn’t asked, so I wouldn’t assume that necessarily) I remembered she said he was possibly dairy sensitive, so my milk would have been problematic anyway.  I realized I had very few ideas of what I could do to calm this baby down.

Then, when we were visiting with my cousins, one cousin, who has a three month old, said she didn’t want to nurse too long because she didn’t want her baby to “rely” on nursing to fix his problems.  This got me thinking about how much I, never mind Jesse, rely on nursing to keep the day moving along smoothly.  At this point in his life, I don’t think it’s a problem, and I kind of just want to cross that bridge when and if we come to it.  At this point, even as he moves more and more clearly into toddlerhood, he’s still so little that I think a little extra comfort from Mama is ok, and if he gets it now, and knows that I’ll be there to help him, maybe that’ll give him the confidence to try new things, even if he might not excel right away.

Do you use nursing as your magic wand?

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Fortune Cookies

The other night, we went out for Chinese food, on our way home from a doctor’s appointment.  Grabbing dinner before heading home has become a bit of a tradition after Jesse’s doctor appointments, since we seem to always manage to get appointment times that thrust us into the middle of rush hour on public transit on our way home.  Instead of dealing with the crush of people, we delay heading home, get a treat, and it’s a really pleasant thing to do.

Well, the other night, at the Chinese restaurant, we, of course, got fortune cookies at the end of the meal.  I was the first to open mine:

A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner!

Ok, that was appropriate.  Things have been a little rough around the edges at times with me working full time and James applying for jobs full time, and taking care of Jesse full time.  Next, James opened his:

It isn’t our position, but our disposition, that makes us happy.

Another surprisingly appropriate fortune, for someone job hunting (especially given his usual cheerful, calm disposition!).  Then, of course, the question was, what to do with the third fortune cookie (this was the first time Jesse had been brought one).  We decided, that since I’m still nursing him regularly, the best way for Jesse to enjoy the cookie would be for me to eat it, and then it would eventually turn into milk, so I cracked open the cookie and found the following, perfect baby fortune (even if it isn’t really a fortune — neither are the other two!):

The mightiest oak in the forest is just a little nut that held its ground.

This just seemed like such a sweet sentiment, especially for a baby who is on the smaller end of the spectrum — a reminder that it’ll all work out if we keep trying and holding our ground.