Poor old Britney Spears, not only has she lost custody of her little boys, now she has been carted off to the asylum with the world's press following in her wake, and I think my life is complicated. Didn't have to get up until 8.30am this morning as no playgroup to rush to, and the children decided to lie in until then, or I decided to lie in around them. An update on our situation. We have a nearly three year old and an nearly nine month old, both boys. The eldest has hirschsprung's disease and has a colostomy bag. I think one of the things I want to do with this blog is let people know, who have maybe just received a diagnosis or been handed back a child with a colostomy bag rather than a nappy, whether it is going to be for a couple of months or forever, that it is ok and "You can do it" in the words of the Waterboy's friend.
Today we have been visiting the breastfeeding support group I help out at, sounds wierd I know as I have been told many times, particulary by my childless friends and when I look at it again it does sound as if we sit in a circle and take it in turns to stand up and say "My name is ...... and I am a breastfeeding mother", but it isn't, wierd that is, and we don't. It is just for help and advice, particularly for new mums who are struggling or just need some one to say "You are doing really well", so that is my job. The reason I am passionate about it stems from when my eldest was born and he would not feed, and didn't for five days. I was close to giving up trying, and when he was admitted to hospital I wasn't allowed to feed him, so I had to express milk for him, and spent three months on and off, plus following visits hooked up to a breast pump, which believe me doesn't make you feel like the yummiest mummy in the world. We were very lucky, with a supportive consultant and great health care professionals who encouraged me to keep going, and I know this is not the same for everyone, so I like to do my bit. I am one of those irritating people, who use washable nappies and want to save the world singlehandedly, whose sisters roll their eyes at the mere mention of my philosophy on infant feeding (they are not big breastfeeding fans) and whose friends think I am the biggest hippy on the planet (Vegetarian as well, I am starting to sound as righteous as they come). Back to the day in hand, my youngest is teething plus full of a cold, so sleep is at a premium at the present, and with the eldest still waking up every night, partly due to tummy aches (a symptom of hirschsprung's disease) and partly due to wanting a midnight feast (I made the fatal mistake of giving in just once and shall forever regret it) me and the hubby are on our last legs.
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