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And I Thought Nursing One Kid Was Rough!

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I'll bet you fifty cents that you read that post title and guessed that I was going to write about some mother of triplets or quads that successfully nursed her kids.

Well, you would be wrong!

What I'm actually going to write about is the mama sow that we saw last Friday on our trip to Slate Run historical farm on the south side of Columbus. Lactivist reader (and long time friend) Judy and her baby Catie went with Elnora, Emmitt and I as we joined a mom's group from church for a field trip.

Of course after two years of adoring all things farm related and all animals, Elnora decided that anything beyond chickens was just too much. Our day went something like this...

Me: Elnora, do you want to go see the oxen?
Elnora: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Me: Nora, how about the piglets, would you like to get out of the stroller and go see them?
Elnora: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Me: Look Nora! A Lamb! Do you want to go see the lamb?
Elnora: Nooooooooooooooooooooo!

So she watched it all "safe" within the confines of her seat in the stroller. Made me feel a little silly since I had Emmitt in the Ergo so that I could quickly abandon the stroller to chase her through the farm. Instead, I wore one kid while pushing the other in a double stroller. LOL. She got out once for the chickens, and then again at the farm house, but if there was anything larger than a chicken around, she was NOT coming out of that stroller.

I did get a good shot of her signing though. Thanks to the delay of digital cameras this was about .25 seconds too late, but what you're seeing is the end of "girl" in response to me asking her if she was a boy.

"No!" (I'M GIRL) while saying "Geeeee!"

LOL. She LOVES to tell you that someone is a boy or a girl.

We wrapped the day up with a picnic lunch at the park's entrance. I'd packed Bentos for Elnora, Judy and myself. (Click on those links to see the lunches featured over at Bento Yum.

One sad thing I noticed though is that the group leader, who has a four month old, vanished with a comment about the baby needing to eat. It appeared that she went to nurse in her car. Made me a little sad since it was a mom's group and I was already sitting there on my blanket feeding Emmitt, but I figure if that's how she's comfortable, that's her choice.

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  1. Blogger JudyBright | 7:14 AM |  

    Thanks for referring to me as a "long time friend." I guess it would have sounded like "take a reader to lunch day" for the Lactivist if you hadn't, like I won a contest or something.

  2. Blogger The Lactivist | 7:44 AM |  

    LOL...I think 10 years counts as "long-time friend."

    I did start with "lactivist reader" and then went "oh wait, that will confuse people."

    Not that I wouldn't be up for "take a lactivist reader to the park day" lol...though it sounds...well...like some type of save the children campaign.

    Quick everyone! If you donate just 62 cents a day, you can support a poor lactivist reader that just needs a day at the zoo to relax! Dig into your pockets and let's setup a fund so that no mom is forced to toil away each day with no chance for a bright tomorrow.

  3. Anonymous Alena | 8:11 AM |  

    So when can I buy those Bentos? ;)

    I'm drooling over your lunches.

  4. Blogger The Lactivist | 8:20 AM |  


    Abigail has the first four sets put together. We're hoping to have things setup to have them online and available for purchase tomorrow.

    I'll announce it here before we post it any place else (well, any place other than Bento Yum) so that Lactivist readers can get first dibs.

    We'll also be setting up an email list that she'll use to send out updates when she has new sets available. That way, you can simply join a list and get notified when something is available. When you finally spot something you want, you can buy. ;)

  5. Anonymous Debby | 8:26 AM |  

    We LOVE the historical farm. It's only about 15 minutes from my house so we go every couple weeks. We got to see the piglets when they were 2 days old! (And yes, my first thought when seeing the baby pigs with their momma is "and I think *I'm* nursing on demand...") Last year we got to hold a week old lamb, and if you go in the winter you can see a cow being butchered... not pleasant, but it makes for good teachable discussion!!

    We also got to see a mama cow being milked on our last visit. I asked if the volunteers drank the raw milk, and he said what the pigs don't use they usually make into cheese for their own use, but of course they can't sell it. I think he thought I was discreetly asking if I could buy some, based on his guarded response to my questions. I was just curious, really!!

    I think the historical farm is one of the best free things to do in our area.

  6. Blogger The Lactivist | 8:36 AM |  

    Oh, that reminds me...don't know if you guys drink it Debby, but I found a source in the area for raw milk. They do a "herd share" much like a CSA works and that allows them to legally "sell" it.

  7. Blogger Joanne | 9:44 AM |  

    re: the woman who went to nurse in her car

    My son WON'T nurse in public, or around any kind of noise or excitement. I was embarassed about this when he was first born, since I like to think of myself as somewhat of a lactivist myself. Finally I just got comfortable with the fact that we had to nurse in a quiet semi-private area. Maybe that was the situation?? It's just a thought.

  8. Blogger The Lactivist | 9:54 AM |  

    That's a good point and I hope that's what it was.

    I know that Emmitt sometimes gets a little distracted and I've wandered off alone to nurse. She always heads to the nursery at church to nurse as well (divided room there with hidden chairs) so I assumed it was because she wasn't comfortable nursing in public.

    But you could well be right. :) See...new perspective is a good thing.

  9. Blogger Nevanna | 11:31 AM |  

    Sometimes it's easier for us to nurse in the car...the chair is comfier. ;) Or I can run the AC, since in Arizona it's already 100+, and DS has this thing about being even slightly warm. Just other, random, thoughts.

  10. Blogger Amber | 8:36 AM |  

    I agree that the secret car nursing could have been for comfort. I used the football hold while nursing both of my babies and the arm rest in the back seat was a perfect place to "rest" them while they ate. It was always warm/cool when needed too. My son needed the stability because he was squirmy and I often needed both hands to keep him still- his latch was great, but I almost lost a nipple several times with his wiggles. ;)
    Your day sounds very fun. The multiple baby nursing is like the dog that nursed the tiger cubs I emailed you about. That dog had 1 puppy and 3 tiger cubs all eating happily in the picture I saw. Talk about nursing in public!

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