UPDATED: Arrghhh! This post is driving me a crazy because it will not let me insert proper paragraph breaks. Arrghhh (again). I have a good excuse to not sweat this, but, yes, I’m still sweating it.
UPDATED (again): I sort of fixed it by manually putting in code. Very annoying. But there are bigger problems than this blawwwwggg (that’s how my husband says it because he finds the whole blogging thing humorous).
I’m one of those moms who has always enjoyed nursing and has had no real problems other than making too much milk, and lately I value my little one’s noshing sessions even more because they serve as mini retreats. While I oftentimes nurse on the go or when we’re in the midst of a craft, homeschooling, or story time, there are at least two times each day when Mary Elizabeth and I sneak away to withdraw into a cloistered calm together. My older girls know to quietly play while Mommy nurses their baby sister to sleep for her nap and in the evening for bedtime. During these hushed pockets in my noisy day filled with the energy of active, little girls, I often sit in a glider and gently rock my sweet baby as she nurses.
I also have three little girls who need more of Mommy and less of that blogging-writing-cleaning-volunteering-leading-multitasking-lady. Oh, and I still do have that nursing baby of mine (whether she’s technically a toddler or not).