Category Archives: Breastfeeding

In the dark of the night, sickness fills the air

I write this, lying here in the dark of our room. The red digital numbers on the clock reading 11:13. Meg is asleep next to me, while one of our cats, Jasper nudges his way between us to curl in for a night’s sleep. At the foot of the bed sits the cradle that’s beenContinue reading “In the dark of the night, sickness fills the air”

It’s a girl….again!

Late nights. Weary-eyed mornings. It very well could sound a lot like my twenties, but yet it is something we’re doing all over again, yet completely new. That’s right. Our third child has arrived and it’s a girl…again! That makes us the proud parents of a five year old boy, a two year old girlContinue reading “It’s a girl….again!”

Did we just do that?

When you’re in your twenties (or at least when some of us were in our twenties), you’d occasionally find yourself waking up after a night with friends (and drinks), asking questions about if you really did do that thing you’d never ordinarily do sober. “Did that really happen?” When you’re a parent in their 30sContinue reading “Did we just do that?”

Change to the menu

Leaps and bounds, right into the mouth. In the past week, our little guy has added solid foods to his menu. I say solid as in mushy, but heck, it’s certainly something a little more diverse than just milk, I’m sure. Eventually we would like to begin making his food on our own. It’s amazingContinue reading “Change to the menu”

Being Sick

You don’t usually think too much about being sick other than the “ugh” feeling that comes along with it during the entire ordeal – until you have a kid. For the first time in these past six weeks since he was born, sickness has hit the household, and it’s not just me. Within the pastContinue reading “Being Sick”

Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

My son, only a week or so old, has quite the well-developed set of lungs. He likes to show them off to us usually ni the middle of the night, working himself into such a tizzy during breastfeeding that he’s too worried about screaming to get fed than actually feeding. Hey, when you’re under 14Continue reading “Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel”

Breastfeeding class

One of the things about the hospital that we’re registered at to have the baby is the multitude of “extra” educational offerings they provide. For the past six weeks or so, my wife, Meg, and I have been attending Childbirth Classes at the hospital one night a week, where we’ve learned all about the processContinue reading “Breastfeeding class”