September Giveaway: Nursing Necklace

Kat from KatManDew Designs is giving away this Turquoise Mama Nursing Necklace to one lucky MamaWit reader at the end of September! Find out how to enter all throughout the month.

How to Enter

There are two ways to enter… and you can do so over and over all month long!

1. Comment with something relevant on any other MamaWit post, any day this month (September 2010). So that I can contact the winner, you have to type in your e-mail address when you leave your comment. Don’t worry, other readers can’t see it.
2. Link to any September MamaWit post on your blog or in a tweet. If it doesn’t automatically send a “pingback” (which would show up with the comments), comment on THIS POST with the link. You can do this as many times as you would like, as long as all the links are different.

My soapbox…

^_^  Saruskabeth ^_^

Today, while out with my children, I was gripped by the realization that Madison needed to eat. Well, really, I was gripped by her anxious fingers as she attempted to rip my clothes off on the spot, but same difference. So I sat down on a bench, sent my boys to play, and pulled on my nursing wrap to feed her.

Now, Madison is five months old. Well within the recommended age to nurse. I cover up completely; not even my shoulder or a little belly skin shows.  (Though I will admit, there have been one or two oopsies during my three years as a nursing mom where a hungry baby demanded food but, alas, the blanket or nursing wrap had been left behind. Those times, I made do with what I had. I’d hide in a secluded corner or escape to a bathroom. Only once have I taken the saying, “grin and (ahem) bare it” to that next level. And that was at a close friend’s house.) After two previous babies I guess I should be used to the curious glances, the “oh, wow” looks when it dawns on onlookers what is going on. Still, I get frustrated sometimes. Today, we were at a kid-friendly restaurant in a play area. Two mothers looked distgusted, then actually took their children and left when I started to nurse, and the one dad turned bright red and went to the other side of the area. Another mother wrinkled her nose and asked me, “How can you do that to your child?”

Discipline or Love

by LoriAnn

Discipline is forcing yourself to drink fluids when you’re vomiting over and over again because you know you’re supposed to stay hydrated. Love is forcing yourself to drink fluids despite the vomiting because you need milk to keep your dear child hydrated.

I’ve never been very good at self-discipline. But little Tigger sure is teaching me Love.

Excuse me if I’m missing for awhile, but I’ve discovered a new food allergy the hard way and probably won’t feel much like being online for a day or so!