tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632047010200480058.post2161253723353163572..comments2023-12-07T23:53:46.023-06:00Comments on Through Fuchsia-Colored Glasses: Breastfeeding: A Family AffairLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544217586585953445noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632047010200480058.post-18090903520748466042010-11-22T12:16:11.826-06:002010-11-22T12:16:11.826-06:00HAHAHAHA!!! I love boy. When Hillary was born, Mik...HAHAHAHA!!! I love boy. When Hillary was born, Mike & Mom brought Matt up to the hospital during one of the first times I was nursing her. She latched on just as Matt climbed up on the bed. He looked at me with this "ummm....are you sure you should be suffocating the baby?" look and then proceeded to get as close as humanly possible to get a better look at what was going on. Then in the calmest voice he said "What are you doing?" and I answered back "feeding Hillary", because I knew at 3 yrs of age explaining that whole milk process was going to be a bit harder then I wanted to deal with. He scrunched up his nose, looked at me again and said "What are you doing?" At which point, my mom goes into the LONGEST description of breast feeding I've ever heard in my life. And after she finished, Matt looked back at me with an even more confused face and silently pleaded for some explanation as to why his baby was being suffocated by a boob. I looked at his little face and said very simply, "Matt, little bitty babies eat boobs" And the confusion and despair instantly faded away and he was content with that answer. :D I love that kid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com