May 8, 2010

So, I haven't been blogging in a while. You all look at my last entry back in February and are thinking, "No sh*t?"

I find that life simply gets in the way. Everyday things get in the way. A 22 month old who is trained like Pavlov's dog to immediately need boob the instant I sit down to write really gets in the way (literally). I mean - I am not great at typing one handed and my boobs don't stretch like yo-yo's quite yet. And because my time in front of the MAC is limited, my writing has become more like Clif Notes.

Lately, I have been getting many requests for breastfeeding help, all of which I am happy to help with. Some ladies send video, some call, some come to me and other are via email. I am always amazed at how these breastfeeding issues go un-addressed by OBGYNs, Pedis, and even IBCLCs - these poor women, determined to nurse their little ones and are climbing Everest with no help. How the heck does this get missed?? I can see it and fix it, even from 1000 miles away but the local doctor doesn't? It drives home the point that breastfeeding is 90% art, 10% science and 100% heart. It also is quite obvious that boobie-feeding is a side note to mothering for most doctors (very frustrating). So yup, been working with loads of moms and so far, they are all still nursing happily. Business is decent through the website as well and we have picked up Nip-Suk to add to our line-up!

On the other flip side of my life, I am a writer - I have been one for over a decade. I do lots of freelance and lately (okay, well the past 6 months) have been picking away at my first novel (almost 50% done at nearly 200 pages in). It turns out, you can get truly pissed at fictional characters of your own making. It also turns out that they really are quite lazy and you have to think of everything for them. The idea of "the book just wrote itself" came from someone who didn't remember writing the frigging thing because they were probably high on PCP.

Will stop by again soon! My son needs titi - SEE??? TRAINED!!!

Peace-Love-Tatas

The reality of being part of BOBA . . .

BOBA.
It is what I refer to breastfed children like mine. My daughter was part of BOBA until she was 3.5 years old. My son, at 18 months, is the pinnacle of a BOBA member and intends on being one till he can drive.

So what exactly is BOBA? BOBA stands for "Boobie Obsessed Babies of America" You know your child has become a charter member when they:

1. Yell "titi!" in the grocery store when they spy a pink, deflating balloon
2. Try to fish out a nipple while you are trying to fill out pediatrician forms (that are generally 10 pages long)
3. Pull pasta off your plate (which you are trying to eat) while nursing in your lap at a fine restaurant
4. Get all week in the knees and smiley when you step out of the shower

Yes, at some point we nursing moms all find out that we have children who have enrolled in BOBA. But be proud of your BOBA kids! It is a sign that you are a great nursing mom. A mom that understand this little mini-me and knows that responding to their needs when they are small bolsters their own self confidence when they are older.

Breastfed, Attachment-Parented babies will grow up to be the kids who are secure in themselves. They are the ones who won't follow the crowd because they need to feel like they belong. They are the ones who will lead the crowd or blaze their own, unique trail. BOBA members develop into solid, strong, healthy adults.

So celebrate your local BOBA member and remember - membership doesn't last forever*. If it did, CEOs on wall street would still be nursing!


*Disclaimer: BOBA male babies may enroll in BOMA (Boobie Obsessed Men of America) at some point in their life. No worries though - only half of BOMA members were BOBA members as kids, so nurse as long as your little boy (or girl) wants!

Cheers and Happy Breastfeeding!
Peace-Love-Boobies!
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