Nursing and our Little Blueberry

I wasn't sure if I should talk about breastfeeding on my blog site... I feel that in our culture, we aren't suppose to talk about it, especially to men. Though nursing seems to be all I've done since the baby has arrived. It has consumed me, physically and emotionally. It has been beautiful, rewarding, painful, stressful and did I say painful!?!? I thought it would come more naturally. One problem is that I have never seen anyone breastfeed. Isn't that sad? It is a little like ballroom dancing, you have to see someone do it, to get an idea of where your right hand goes, where her hips go, where her bottom hand goes, where your left arm goes, where her chin goes, where her feet go, etc. With the help of an expensive Board Certified Lactation Consultant, the positioning is coming along. Correct positioning has helped with the pain some. However, the thrush problem was so excruciating, I would have rather given birth each day in the last three weeks, then go through this pain! Seriously.

Since Julia has started treatment for thrush, which is an extract from the violet flower, things have gotten better by the day. Best of all, it temporally stains her mouth and lips a purple shade and she has gained a nickname: Our Little Blueberry