{"id":197,"date":"2006-11-27T16:00:53","date_gmt":"2006-11-27T21:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/wordpress\/?p=197"},"modified":"2006-11-27T16:00:53","modified_gmt":"2006-11-27T21:00:53","slug":"boobs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2006\/11\/27\/boobs\/","title":{"rendered":"Boobs"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nIngrid’s life revolves around my breasts. Therefore, so does mine. Hardly an hour goes by without thinking about breasts. (“I defy anyone who is breastfeeding a five week old baby to go a whole 10 minutes without saying boob or breast. I honestly feel like that’s all I ever say anymore.<\/a>”)\n<\/p>\n

\nBreastfeeding must be the world’s cheapest and most effective breast enlargement method. Mine – not particularly large to begin with – grew by 2 cup sizes. Seriously, they must have at least doubled in size, if not more. And that’s when they’re empty: let one go un-sucked half a night, and it inflates to the point where it no longer looks like it should be a part of me. I think Eric looks at them with cautious fascination… I myself am starting to view them as alien objects, belonging to Ingrid, not me. She’s just stuck them on me so she doesn’t have to carry them.\n<\/p>\n

\nFor the first time in my life, I have a cleavage. Overrated, I think, this whole cleavage thing… sweaty and itchy.\n<\/p>\n

\nSize is just half of the story, of course. There’s the milk, too. Breasts, unfortunately, don’t come with a screw cap… the closing mechanism is a bit loose. Basically, they leak. A lot. They leak through everything: the nursing pads (which should, and do, absorb most of the leakage), the bra, the t-shirt, and sometimes the sweater too. Black has turned out to be the only practical colour for t-shirts and tops: everything else looks like I’ve painted two bulls-eyes on my chest.\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd I leave wet stains on the bedclothes. Eeuw!\n<\/p>\n

\nOn a more serious note, I think both Ingrid and I have more or less figured out how this breastfeeding thing works. I’ve also found positions that allow her to eat without gagging and choking<\/a> on the milk when it flows too fast (which it often does – we had some unpleasant days last week when she was really struggling: sucking once, then spluttering and gagging, letting go of the breast, and then crying because of both discomfort and hunger).\n<\/p>\n

\nIngrid can now latch on pretty well on her own, without me going through a whole procedure<\/a>. Most of the time I just need to point her mouth roughly in the right direction and she takes care of the rest. She hasn’t yet learned to look for the target herself: she tends to keep her eyes closed while eating (for concentration?) and tries to suck whatever she can reach… which is rarely the right thing!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ingrid’s life revolves around my breasts. Therefore, so does mine. Hardly an hour goes by without thinking about breasts. (“I defy anyone who is breastfeeding a five week old baby to go a whole 10 minutes without saying boob or breast. I honestly feel like that’s all I ever say anymore.”) Breastfeeding must be the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ingrid_johanna"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=197"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}