Tonight as I lay with my 2 and 5 month year old 'big' girl, I thought about the fact that this is World Breastfeeding Week. All day I have read posts and statements and seen pictures about breastfeeding and how beautiful and serene it is. Which it is. Sometimes
The week after mum died was obviously horrific. It was emotionally cutting to depths I had never imagined. Being the oldest child and a woman, and given my stepdad was showing little signs of taking the emotional reigns, I felt compelled to take on the role of nurturer.
This morning I posted on facebook that I wouldn’t survive toddlerhood. Someone suggested wine. My God I would LOVE a glass of wine but at this moment that’s not an option. Also – that helps ME, but I’m interested in how to help us both through this stage. Faith and I. W
Today I spent one of the best days of my life. Exaggeration? It doesn’t feel like it, but Ill put it into context by saying it’s one of the best days I’ve spent as a mum. I’m writing tonight as Ive arrived home from 11 hours of bliss and Im so high…
Studies show that people with good attachment as babies, are more self confident, emotionally stable adults. They do better at school, have more friends, have increased coping skills, do better academically, and are more compassionate than babies who are forced to be independent from birth.