In the beginning God created Man...
Well lets just get that bit strait first in the beginning someone somewhere was born. A woman is a pretty good bet did it and immaculate conception aside it was painful, very. Some women in the seventies in a small region of America called 'the farm' had ecstatic births! well thats great, as close to immaculate as you can get and the word ecstatic is subjective to anyones interpretation after a long labour ecstatic is definitely in there, on arrival.
I am a new to all this caring and sharing. I am a modern woman ( I always feel like dustin Hoffman in Tootsie when I say that ) born into this modern world of what to do with your new child generally. I was told I should create a blog for other funky mamma's who despite loosing their libido somewhere in the rout canal of life still want to feel good, sexy, damn hot, funky or just alive! after giving birth. I have searched high and low so far in the last four and a half months since my sons birth to find the cool, cutting corners hang outs for Mothers and brothers, lets be fair, (too much estrogen in a room makes me feel like I should be baking bread)
1. Rule is ignore rules, of any kind, yes any.
2. Take your child in your hands ( I would have said beautiful but sometimes they come out looking like Rocky Balboa's coach. After being compressed against your pelvis for that long who wouldn't ?) and just look at him/her just try a bit of kinetic connecting, don't rattle them the way you would a parcel but just go back to the planet of the apes style and sniff, kiss muzzle cuddle them till you think you would be able to put them down in incubator line and know which one is yours.
3. Don't listen to people telling you how to latch on, that your nipples are the wrong size, shape, or you have no milk. especially the ones (medically trained and all, who don't have kids? their boyfriend latching on on a drunk night out or anyone else for that matter doesn't count. Sorry you ain't ridden a bike? don't tell me how to mount mine? Just struggle, giggle, and schlurp with them till you both get
in the groove; your baby damn well knows that there is something in there but close to blowing raspberries hasn't a clue how to get it and you don't know either so just laugh and sweat at watching him/her try to suckle a water balloon, you've got about a week, not just an hour! to get it right before the malnutrition police come in. Believe me I know I was there. Short of asking strangers in the street and bus drivers, how to get him to latch on? eventually he/she gets the damn stuff out, when they want it as well. Great.
enough for now baby yelling for company ..
