I wrote a while back about my love-hate relationship with work travel as a mum. Only now I’ve decided I actually just hate mum work travel. Last night I returned so exhausted every bone in my body ached and I had that fuzzy, not quite there feeling – like my brain was looking through some translucent…
Breastfeeding
How Breastfeeding Cleansed Me
Trigger warning: this post talks about abuse. When my son was breastfeeding today he pointed at my nipple and said ‘dirty’ (it had kind of wrinkled up). ‘No, it’s clean’, I replied, slightly surprised by his comment but not too phased. Then it struck me, I actually meant it. For the first time in my…
Single and Breastfeeding
One of my son’s favourite new phrases is ‘I need milk’. After a particularly hard day I want to reply with ‘I need sleep’! But I don’t. Instead I give him his milk, from my breast, as many times as he requests. I’ve been breastfeeding for two years (and counting). Being single and breastfeeding has been moving,…