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I was contacted by an intern at NewParent.com last week about contributing to their site as a featured blogger. If you’ve ever sat in an OB/GYN waiting room, you’ve probably thumbed through the pages of a New Parent or Toddler magazines.
I chose to write a piece about my experience breastfeeding (or not breastfeeding, in my case) after Evan was born last August. Click here to read the full article!
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I loved the article. I too was determined I was going to breastfeed my daughter. My daughter attended the childcare center I worked at. I was assured that it would be no problem for me to take the time and breastfeed my daughter. For the first couple of months it was no problem. I brought bottles of breast milk for the times when it was impossible for me to leave my class to feed her. After a while I was getting called to her “class” less and less. I found that they were “supplementing” with formula. Which explained why she was not wanting to nurse at home. I was furious…as time went on she became getting sick more often. I was in the doctors office more than I was at work. We spent the night before Thanksgiving in the hospital with my daughter because she ended up with pneumonia (at 6 months old). I was sure it was because she wasn’t nursing anymore. So, I quit the job and attempted to get my daughter to nurse again….to no avail. It’s still hard for me to accept that there was nothing else I could have done. But, she is now a very healthy 2 1/2 year old little girl and I am accepting that I tried everything I knew to do.