Breastfeeding at 13 months: Boob Bites and Nipple Tweaks

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I haven’t written much about my experience as a breastfeeding mum which is a nonsense really, given that it has pretty much informed every aspect of how I parent but now that it’s so embedded in my day to day life it’s hard to know where to begin.

I have numerous half-started posts in my blog drafts box about breastfeeding-related highs and lows which seem redundant now because with every change my baby makes, there seems to be a change in the way I feed and my attitude towards breastfeeding.

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Craving: An Olli Ella Nursing Chair

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Last week I found myself, once again, doing the rounds of the nursery section of John Lewis. It’s a middle-class-mum pastime, if ever there was one, but that’s probably my pigeonhole so I might as well make myself cosy. It lures me in with a very handy parents room equipped with changing mats and nursing chairs; a clever little marketing trick really as it’s now got me hankering after a nursing chair of my own

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12 Weeks on: Our Mother and Baby Photoshoot

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A little visual feast for you today, courtesy of photographer Liam Bergin who you may remember shot my pregnancy photoshoot back in December. He kindly touched base again recently and asked if he could pop by to shoot me and Eliana going about our daily business as mum and baby in the comfort of our own flat. I am thoroughly gobsmacked at how well he did, considering Eliana was not at her most obliging and how lovely he made our flat look!

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The Fourth Trimester

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It turns out, and it doesn’t come as much of a surprise to me, nor will it to anyone who knows me, that my parenting instincts lie way left of centre. I’m an on demand-breastfeeding, babywearing, bedsharing liberal. I’m not one for labelling parenting styles but if I were to park myself anywhere then it’s firmly in the ‘Attachment Parenting’ camp. My baby is almost three months out of the womb, has lost all that puffy newborn-ness and is beginning to develop a personality of her own but in terms of physical closeness, it’s like she never left me.

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Long Nights, Short Weeks

Apologies for the blogging hiatus of late. It was inevitable really given the seismic shift that has taken place in my world recently but seeing as it’s Mother’s Day I thought it fitting to rekindle the blogging embers before they fizzle out altogether and I find I’m nothing more than a babbling, bottom-cleaning, boob-baring shell of a woman incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.

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