Hooters And The Blowfish

This has been one of those weeks where I start to question things (you may be questioning why Pammy is on my blog?! Slow down dear reader, I'll get to it).

My son started off two weeks ago with gastro, which then went into croup, which then morphed into an ear infection. My babe has had bronchiolitis during this time too. It has been a pretty prickly time, and last week when I said I needed sleep, well now I've gone into over-time and don't want to sleep because I just can't.. You hearing me?

Anyway, this takes me to a couple of days ago when I was attempting to feed my babe. She's 8 months old. Cute as a button. Well of course I think that. Anyway, she fed at 11:30pm, so I trot in for her morning feed and she just growls at me. Arcs her back. Oooh man. Frustration Grand Central. I kept re-offering her the boobie, but do you think she'd take it. Uh uh. Not until 11:30am would she give in to my offers, and then only took one side.

So I felt like a lop-sided Pammy Anderson. In pain. In fear of mastitis. It made me think of this woman. Although I don't own a pink bikini. Or a navel ring. Oh and one small thing, my hooties are NOT 36MMM. But you know, I still felt like I should have got an application from Hooters.

Anyway, I needed some advice. My baby was bucking off the boobie like a wild bronco.

I contacted the Australian Breastfeeding Association. Man, are they gold, or are they gold? Dutifully, I took down the numbers to call for a little back-up. But then I discovered you can also email them (if it's not urgent) and someone will contact you within 48 hours. How's that for a brilliant resource? I sent off all my stats, a long, laborious email and not even five hours later, I got an email response from my new friend at the ABA.

And you know what? Her response made me laugh so hard - it was the best fix-it of all.

In my email I had asked about feeding off to sleep and how I was a little worried about this habit that seemed to be forming. Her response:

'There is really no evidence that it is bad to feed bubs to sleep. Tell me any man who doesn't like to go to sleep cuddled up to a warm pair of breasts ( exclude any gay friends!). Or anyone who doesn't like a cuddle when they are feeling tired or sad.. it's a normal human response really. And so long as it is working for you, there's really no need to change it.'

I love that. Thanks Marae - you're a Genius with a capital G!

And finally, my babe fed properly. I was no longer a lop-sided Pammy, with dreams to run along the beach in a high cut red swimsuit. Phew. Thank goodness for that.

PS - The new Small Magazine is out.. Could it be any sweeter? No, no I don't think it could. Beautiful. And there's a piece on Alicia Paulson of Posie fame.. Hello? Fantastic!