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When I was 23 years old, I naturally birthed my first child, my sweet Chava Rachel.  I gazed down at her in disbelief - this gorgeous little girl was mine.  A perfectly round head covered in damp, dark locks; tiny fingernails almost translucent pink, as if she had a manicure in the womb.  As we struggled to latch those first few hours after birth, my IBCLC mother led me through skin-to-skin, attempts at biological nurturing and the baby crawl.  Eventually we called in for a hospital grade pump.  As my frustration mounted, my mother looked me in the eye and whispered furtively, "Let's just get out of here.  Tell them you're nursing just fine, and let's go home."  She and I agreed that a hospital was no place to learn to breastfeed a baby.  12 hours after I gave birth, I went home.  It wasn't until Chava's second day of life that she finally latched on.  We were up all night as I sang to her, cradled her in my arms, lay next to her on my bed and prayed that we would figure it out.  At my mother's suggestion, I got on all fours and lowered my breast into Chava's mouth - success!  Finally, a latch.  It was painful for a few days, but with the visit of another lactation consultant we were able to get on the right path.

My daughter was what my mother referred to as a "high needs" child - just like I had been and still was, I was reminded smartly.  I had been rewarded with a child who was just as whiny and needy as I had been - my mother's revenge on a daughter who had never let her have a moment's peace.

Chava stayed attached to my breast for most of the first year.  She had no interest in table foods, no tolerance for her loving grandparents from Long Island who "didn't mind" if she cried when they held her.  The first time I turned on the vacuum, she was inconsolable - it was a chore I didn't mind having to give up.  It wasn't until my daughter was almost 15 months old that she began to gain nourishment from yogurt, cheerios and bananas - other foods that most 6 month olds would have gladly gobbled up.  I had delayed even introducing solids until 9 months of age - because even at that age, she retained the tongue-thrust reflex, spitting out peas and vomiting applesauce.  She was very picky, completely wary about new smells, textures and tastes.  Indeed, she was 100% breastmilk for 12 months and counting.

My in-laws and friends pressured me to "socialize" my little girl, so I planned playdates and outings with other stay-at-home moms.  But they were a complete failure.  Chava didn't want to play with the other children.  She didn't want to sit at the table and share a snack.  And honestly, those were the least of my worries - even a short trip in the car to a local park would result in a ear-splitting heartrending tantrum that could only be solved by nursing.  I was very self-conscious of being the only one nursing their gangly child in the library, post office, grocery store and doctor's appointment.  But it was the only thing that worked.  Breastfeeding was the calm and serenity that my daughter craved constantly - and to deny her was to wreak havoc on the precious few moments of respite in our day.

Over the years, Chava grew.  But her language was sparse.  She spoke only a few words, which she interspersed with a homemade language of gobble-di-gook to fill up the spaces she knew shouldn't be there.  Transitions were a nightmare: getting in the car, getting out of the car, going shoe-shopping, trying a new food, settling down for the night - each was met with an iron-fist of resilience and a cacophony of screams and wails that had people around me whispering "spoiled."   I felt like a terrible parent.  No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to crack her shell of insular behavior and seeming stubborness.  

When Chava was 2 1/2 years old, her little brother was born. Any progress that we had made with table foods regressed as she delightedly dug into my very full milk supply. Honestly, I was so engorged with a natural abundance of over-supply that it was a relief to empty both my breasts at the same time. She began wetting her big heavy toddler diapers through to the bursting point and reverting to breast-milk pumpkin-colored poops. Nursing was a quick and easy way of satisfying the needs of both my children - simulaneously! I felt like I had discovered the cure for cancer - no tears, no screams and instant satisfaction.

Thank G-d for breastfeeding.  When Chava screeched like a banshee in the bathtub, I climbed right in and put her to my breast.  We sat in the shallow pool of warm water as I gently rubbed shampoo into her scalp and rinsed it clean.  Her hair grew like a weed, requiring trims every few weeks just to keep it out of her face.  I nursed her on my right while trimming her hair on the left - then we switched sides so I could even up her bangs.  At 3 years old, we noticed Chava's right eye turning in.  A trip to the pediatric eye doctor revealed that she needed glasses.  The pair we picked out were purple and shiny and beautiful - and of course, she refused to wear them.   New and different = transition of epic proportions that she was ill-equipped to handle.  And so, I pulled out the only tool that I had ever used with success - my breasts.  I kindly and firmly told my little 3 year old that if she wanted to nurse, she had to wear her glasses.  She refused adamantly until realizing that I meant business!  For the first few days, she only wore her glasses when she was nursing.   Then it became routine.  Chava would ask to nurse, put on her glasses, and then forget about them.  For the very first time, she began to see the world clearly.  Her language improved, but there was no mistaking that she marched to the beat of a very different drummer.

I put off schooling until Chava turned 5 years old.  I rejected the notion of a full-day kindergarten (no half-days were offered in my county), but thought that perhaps she would be ok with a morning preschool program.   Honestly, she had never been away from me for more than an hour or so at a time - and that was only with a family member.  I signed her up and added my little boy, Ami, to the toddler program.  He was only 2 1/2 years old, but had a much milder version of the transitional issues his big sister had mastered so artfully.  I figured we would give it a shot.  I was terrified.
It's kind of cute to think about now, how Ami followed Chava's lead - hid under the giant caterpillar climbing structure for the entire morning and only spoke to each other.  She refused the snacks that were offered, waved away the lunch.  With the passing weeks, Chava would occasionally consent to sitting at the coloring table, only utilizing the purple markers that matched her purple shirt, purple skirt, purple tights, purple shoes and purple glasses.  Any gentle urging by the teachers to join in class activities was met with a forceful "NO!" accompanied by folded arms and a stomping foot.  Further enticement resulted in a full-blown tantrum sprinkled with growls and flailing feet.  

I do not know how I kept her in that program the whole year - but I do know why.  In her own way, Chava was showing improvement.  Instead of crying every day, there would be periods of acceptance.  With encouragement, she branched out to include the color blue into her artistic spectrum.  Her artwork was beautiful.  Her defiance was unrivaled.  I am not sure who was more relieved when preschool ended.  The director of the school told me that I was not giving Chava the proper tools for her to learn and grow.  That she was babied too much and always got her own way.  That only by setting a firm example of proper behavior backed up by punishable consequences could she leave behind her self-absorbed inappropriate actions.  I didn't believe them.  I still don't.

My husband and I were in the midst of a separation that culminated in divorce.  He moved back to Long Island to live in his parent's home and would travel up to Albany every other weekend to take the kids back with him.  Four hours in the car one way, four hours back just two days later.  It was a lot for my children to handle - but even more was that they would have to go 48 hours without breastfeeding.  Subconsciously, I think it was his way to push the issue of weaning - but  we had other plans.  Every other weekend, Chava and Ami would snuggle underneath my arms and nurse furtively, knowing it would have to last them a long time.  It was the last thing we did before we said goodbye - and it was the first thing we did when we said hello.  With minimal assistance, my milk supply valiantly maintained itself throughout our bi-weekly separations.  Then, two momentous events occurred within a timespan of just a few weeks - my daughter weaned.  And she was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, on the autism spectrum.

Unfortunately, autism is not one of those things that can be cured with a pill.  It can take so many different forms, as unique as the individuals who claim it as a part of their puzzle piece.  But all of a sudden, so many things made sense - Chava's intense mood swings, complete resistance to change, inability to deal with transitions, lack of eye contact, etc.   As a parent, I wanted to do everything I could for her - specialists, therapy, whatever it took.   My own parents, as loving grandparents, initially found it difficult to accept that she had a diagnosed problem.  Cause hey, everyone in my family is a little "quirky" and "weird" anyway, so maybe this was just her thing.  But with time came acceptance and understanding.  My mother sat down with me one day and said, "You know, Chana, scientific studies show that breastfeeding positively impacts children with autism.  It increases the social response and bonding.   Kids with special needs are susceptible to abuse because they just can't be calmed down.  Breastfeeding probably saved her life."  

Mothers constantly question our own actions and motives.  Am I doing what is best for my children?  Should I be strict or easy-going?  Do I really "deserve" a break, or should I set down my coffee to give in to the whines to fix a snack and change the tv channel?  One thing I have learned to stop questioning:  Breastfeeding.  It's the answer.  Breastfeeding fixes the boo-boos and the tantrums and the days that just won't go right - and those are just the small things that I saw everyday in my nursing relationships.  What I didn't notice was that the amazingly complex and intricate composition of mother's milk, paired with the specialized delivery method had been protecting and healing my autistic daughter.  I will never know how deeply Chava could have been affected by autism if she hadn't nursed for 6 years.  But I do know this - my daughter understands and trusts that I know her better than anyone else in the world.  She cuddles her babydolls, asks me to breastfeed them.  Chava displays physical signs of bonding and maternal behaviors toward her little brother and cousins. 

Every significant event in Chava's first few years of life was made more tolerable, palatable and enjoyable by our breastfeeding relationship.  Breastfeeding saved my daughter's life - and it also saved mine.


As always, thanks for reading my breast intentions.


The Breastfeeding Lady


*Oxytocin Can Help Children with Autism
**Recent studies have begun to investigate oxytocin's role in various behaviors, including... social recognition, pair bonding, anxiety, and maternal behaviors.[1] For this reason, it is sometimes referred to as the "love hormone". The inability to secrete oxytocin and feel empathy is linked to sociopathy, psychopathy, narcissism...  Oxytocin evokes feelings of contentment, reductions in anxiety, and feelings of calmness and security...  Many studies have already shown a correlation of oxytocin with human bonding, increases in trust, and decreases in fear. 
***Oxytocin Improves Brain Function   

 
 


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09/14/2012 11:08pm

My son was born with a Congenital Heart Defect and he did great with just breastmilk before and after open-heart surgery! All the medical folks we met down at Duke were very impressed he had not had formula or tube feeds. Breastmilk is AMAZING and so our the devoted and dedicated mothers who provide it and put their babies first when they need us most! (My son also did not start solids until later, around 10 months, and now at 1 year he still eats baby food only a few times a week, but breastfeeds as often as he wants).

I feel my son's breastfeeding and cosleeping are what enabled him to wait until he was four months old before needing surgery to repair his heart. This kind of parenting is the easiest kind and I am glad for your blog to help other mothers learn, getting the word out there is important!

Apryl

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:29am

Apryl,
You have an amazing story! I have no doubt that breastfeeding dramatically impacted your son's health and happiness. So wonderful :)

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Eva
09/16/2012 2:41pm

My daughter too, she had a chd...she had her open heart surgery at 5 days old...and had to be on a special for ula for six weeks...but then took to nursing like a pro...we are still going strong at 18 months....I attribute her good health and lack of feeding issues to Breastfeeding . Her cardiologist is always happy to see how well she is doing.

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Cassandra
09/14/2012 11:40pm

Wow! What a beautiful story! Brings tears to my eyes. Breastfeeding is such a beautiful gift for a child.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:28am

Thank you Cassandra :)

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Jill
09/15/2012 12:14am

Oh wow this is an amazing story. Thank you so much for sharing. My son (32 months) & my daughter (11 months) are both nursing. They are both so attached to it. My son was recently diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder and my baby is showing signs as well. I nursed/ nurse them both all night and all day. I still nurse my son when he wakes and my youngest sleeps with me all night nursing as did my son at this age. This makes me feel better. I'm a natural parent and I KNOW with everything in me that parenting my son like this has pulled him out and helped him immensely.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:32am

Jill,
You are an awesome mama... I understand. It takes such complete selflessness and dedication to put the needs of your children first. You are making an incredible difference :)

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Andrea
09/15/2012 12:40am

Bless you. What a wonderful way to help your daughter. I also suggest you read the GAPS Diet book by Natasha Campbell McBride. It may bless your family with some answers.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:32am

Thank you Andrea!

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09/15/2012 2:03am

Thank you for sharing your incredible story. Thank you everything you did for your daughter, and for setting a shining example for other moms, the public, and ill-educated physicians and health professionals who tell us we are "spoiling" our high-needs children. 11 years ago I was in the throes of deep PPD with a high-maintenance son, breastfeeding saved us both too--I shudder to think if we didn't have that bond to draw on during those rough early years. Today, we have warmth and an indescribable closeness between us even when our personalities clash. Bless you and your family!

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:34am

Bettina,
Thank you for your support. :)

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Virginia
09/15/2012 9:13am

What a great story! Thank you for sharing! My daughter will be two in a couple weeks and I'm starting to get the weaning comments. Honestly, I am tired and a little worn out from it, but as you said, it's a quick easy solution and I hate to give that up. I do love snuggling up with her for our morning and evening nursing sessions, I don't want to give that up either. Again, thank you so much for sharing this!

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 9:36am

Virginia,
Oh, I miss the days of nursing a 2 year old! The sweetness somehow always seems to make up for the exhaustion that goes with it :) You are doing a great job.

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09/15/2012 4:30pm

Lovely story...thank you for listening to your daughter and your heart.

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Courtney
09/15/2012 5:03pm

This is how long all children are meant to nurse. Good for you that you followed your instincts and how wonderful for her (and your son). 6 years old - the age when the adult teeth start to come in and the 'milk teeth' start to fall out, the age at which the immune system reaches full maturity; the age when all children have a fully formed nervous system. 'Extend' nursing is a real need, not a want. How many children would weather autism and countless other problems better had their mother given what God intended them to have? Society certainly knows little about human development and even about ailments like autism. They are just starting to learn. Breastfeeding mothers, please teach them that part of the solution and healing is nursing! Not just for kids 'on the spectrum' but for all children. They all deserve the immuno-protective factors in breast milk, the social back and forth of it, the security and unconditional love that is in the giving of it, and the countless nutritional properties that last well into a child's years, not just months! This blogger is certainly doing her part by staying strong to what she knows deep down is right and is going the extra mile in talking about it publicly. I nursed my son for four years and he is most likely on the spectrum. We had him in early intervention and he saw a pediatric neurologist for a time and throughout I was urged to wean, like it was part of what was holding him back. So backward, their thinking. I took him out of services and mothered him the way I saw fit, letting him self-wean when he was ready. He's high needs but you know what, he's exceptionally bright, funny, happy, and well-adjusted - and that's all come by my husband and I parenting him close. Very attachment parenting, our style. And our son thrives. He's made improvement that would leave those specialists' heads spinning. He's a great example of how parents are the most important part of the equation for a kids with 'special needs' and yet they put emphasis on 'socializing' them with other kids, and separating the child from the parent. No wonder we have seen an increase in autism rates!

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09/15/2012 8:02pm

Your daughter's story parallels my Son's story very closely. I was not able to nurse him through my pregnancy with his younger brother, but I am convinced that 21 months of breastfeeding significantly reduced the effect of autism on him. Excellent work. <3

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 10:21pm

Incredible. So many of us share the same story... :)

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Julia
09/15/2012 8:24pm

Thank you for sharing your story. I, too had to get out of the hospital to start nursing successfully. My daughter is 5 and I let her wean naturally. When people ask me how long I nursed, I cannot tell them for sure. It was so slow and natural, the last time we nursed I didn't know it was the last time. :( I know it was between 3 and 4 years old...for sure closer to 4 than 3. So glad you trusted your instincts and not "the professionals". ;)

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 10:24pm

Julia,
Thank you for taking the time to read my story and share your comments. Yes, natural weaning is such an amazing process - women and children should be encouraged to listen to their bodies and instincts. Fantastic job :)

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MA Mommy
09/15/2012 8:35pm

This touched me deeply. Both of my children have sensory processing disorder, though neither appear to be on the spectrum. Nursing my daughter until 4 and my son 2 years and 9 months so far have gotten us through some very tricky times. Tonight my son was so overstimulated that my husband had to put his overnight diaper on while I nursed him. It was that or tackle him down and sit on him. I prefer my way. : ) And I am quite sure that the much-vanuted independence will come sooner because they've had their early needs met so completely and lovingly. Shanah tovah, a peaceful New Year to you and yours.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 10:26pm

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. Indeed, I have found that my once-shy little girl is now fiercely independent and knows *exactly* what she wants! Honestly, I was the same way... I breastfed until I was almost 7 years old :) Ha!
Shana Tovah to you as well!

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Another mom of chronically ill children
09/15/2012 9:15pm

My seven year old son has very mild PDD-NOS. He had no words at 15 months, lost eye contact and stopped responding to his name. At first, we thought he might be deaf. He passed all hearing tests. We saw a developmental ped and were told he was "at risk for PDD-NOS," at risk only because they would not give a baby of his age that diagnosis.

Six years later and he looks like a neurotypical little boy, talks, reads, is in a mainstream class with pull outs. My autism mom friends had told me how so many of their sons had regressed completely right after they stopped nursing and I vowed that we would do child led weaning. Breastmilk has high amounts of oxytocin, the hormone of social attachment. My son also had severe SPD and would not eat any solid food until after his second birthday. At least he had no food allergies, unlike his older sister, thanks to being almost exclusively breastfed until his second birthday and nursing for five years after that.

Breastfeeding him was not easy, despite having done so prior to his birth for two and a half years. After his birth, I was given high potency antibiotics and had thrush for over the next five years. No amount of drug or supplements could rid me of it and I held on tooth and nail. My son finally weaned completely around his seventh birthday. Breastfeeding him was probably one of the most important and hard things I've ever done in my life. The other one was breastfeeding his older sister, who has autism's co-morbid autoimmune GI disease, eosinophilic esophagitis. Nursing literally did save her life, as she was allergic to twenty of the most common foods and struggled with failure to thrive. She is much healthier now than most children with the same illness and I am certain that nursing her until she weaned around her seventh birthday is the only reason she can eat actual food, unlike most children with her illness.

It has not been easy having two very high needs sick children and I cannot imagine how much harder it would have been and how much worse off they would be had I not nursed them as long as they wanted.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/15/2012 10:29pm

Oh my goodness. Thank you so much for sharing your experiences. You are a truly devoted and selfless mama... your children are so lucky and fortunate to have you :) Their lives are surely healthier and better for the amazing immunities and benefits of breastfeeding. All the best to you!

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Lia
09/15/2012 10:31pm

As a breastfeeding mother, I commend her for everything she's done for her daughter. She seems like a very concerned, in tune, and loving mother.

As an adult Autistic, and the mother to an Autistic, I found some of her wording (unfortunately can't be cured with a pill, reference to the exceptionally annoying puzzle piece, and the concept of healing autism) rather demeaning and inaccurate. Autism is a fundamental part of our neurology and cannot be stripped from who we are, and talking of healing and pills only serves to make us feel bad about who we are as people. It creates seriously negative dialog.

I'm glad Chava is doing well, and I'm glad she has her mother's love and acceptance. I just strongly wish we could be careful what words and images we use when discussing Autism.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/16/2012 1:11pm

Lia,

Thank you for your comments. You raise some important points.

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Gina
09/15/2012 10:37pm

Very nice story. I'm glad you breastfed your daughter for so long because she really needed it. I always thought that there would be a low incidence of breastfed children with autism.

I have a question. To you and all of the other posters that have autistic children and who breastfed them, how many of you had your children vaccinated? and if so how many of you followed the CDC schedule or did your own schedule? What I believe is that vaccines along with other neurotoxins can cause autism if the child doesn't have adequate protection in their bodies such as from breastmilk. But even then some children still can develop it. So, I am curious to know how many of these children were vaccinated and if so, how many followed the CDC schedule?

With my first son, we gave him one vaccine at a time because I was skeptical of vaccines. After he had all of his vaccines and was developing normally, with my 2nd son, we decided to follow the CDC schedule because we were concerned about my first son bringing home from daycare an illness that could harm my newborn baby. So my 2nd son got all the shots except Hep B when he was supposed to and now he's 14 months old and seems to be developing normally but the only thing is that he's not really saying any words yet. So I am a little concerned because he got all of the vaccines instead of just one at a time. Since vaccinating my 2nd child, I've learned a lot more about vaccines, how they are neurotoxins and that the CDC has never tested the vaccines with the same dosages that they recommend to our children. I would have done them one at a time again if I knew then what I know and believe about vaccines now. I do also believe that it's not only vaccines that can cause autism. Basically any neurotoxin can to a child that is vulnerable.

I would recommend to all mothers of autistic children to read and follow the GAPS diet and see if that helps your child.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/16/2012 1:14pm

Gina,
Thank you for your insights. Vaccinations are certainly a hot-button issue, and it is important for each family to learn as much as they can and do what is best for their children. I delayed vaccinations and opted to do them one at a time instead of grouped together. Thank you for your thoughts!

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Tanya
09/15/2012 10:59pm

That brought tears to my eyes...very beautiful. I have been on the verge of stopping breastfeeding my daughter who is five and a half months. This helped enforce my feelings of not stopping. She cries almost half of the day and night. She sleeps good, but when she is awake she is so moody and grumpy, nothing seems to satisfy her, and she cries constantly. Right now we are experiencing a nursing strike. I am not sure why, but it is breaking my heart. She is my last child and I want to nurse her as long as possible because this will be the last time I can...and I love it SO much. But, she cries through the feedings. She will act like she is starving, then latch, eat for a minute, and then latch off and scream like she is dying. She doesn't have a whine or fuss, it is always a very loud screeching cry. I will switch sides with her up to six times or more, encouraging her to nurse, but she gets hysterical sometimes and I have to just put her down. I feel so relieved when it is her nap time, and I hate myself for saying that, but the constant crying is making me crazy! I want her to be satisfied and happy so that she can concentrate on learning and seeing what is around her. This story helped renew my patience and strength. Thank you and good luck. I wish I had your patience.

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/16/2012 1:19pm

Tanya,
Thank you for sharing your experiences :) A lot of moms deal with similar concerns as you - the frustration of baby at the breast, sometimes seeming unsatisfied. I would encourage you to talk to an IBCLC and voice your concerns. It may be helpful to check for signs of tongue and lip-tie. Sometimes baby is unable to stick out their tongue far enough to get a secure latch and effectively remove milk. This can be evaluated by a Pediatric ENT or Dentist who has experience with tongue-tie. This website is excellent for more information: http://www.kiddsteeth.com/maxillaryfrenum_and_nursingfinal.pdf

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jaye
09/15/2012 11:14pm

Thank you for sharing your story :) You are an amazing lady.

I 100% believe that only BFP my children kept them . The rest of the time i am in trouble for BFP 3.5yo. It will only get worse once they know i am pg again.

Please keep sharing your wisdom with the world :)out of hospital with asthma and the infections they seem to be able to get :) On at least 3 separate occassions my children have been about to be sent to hospital as all the other kids with same virus had needed fluids. I said he/she is BFP and they said do nothing else till tomorrow. sit an nurse if child stops going to the toilet bring him back

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09/16/2012 12:00am

Incredible dedication and maternal instincts. God bless you and your kids. Kudos to your mom who helped you get started and drove home the now-obvious impact of your mothering. This story made me emotional, imagining the safe haven nursing was to a daughter who often felt overwhelminglynstressed by her world.

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http://www.kiddsteeth.com/maxillaryfrenum_and_nursingfinal.pdf
09/16/2012 1:20pm

Jenny,
Thanks so much for your kind words :) Support is key!

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Heather
09/16/2012 4:07am

When I found out that my husband and I couldn't have biological children, the thing that crushed me the most is that i wouldn't be able to breastfeed. Then I heard about embryo adoption. We adopted embryos, and now I'm happily nursing my 8 month old! I just wanted to comment on your story that I love your mother! She was the one that suggested that you just get out of the hospital and sit with your baby to help her to latch on and that mentioned that breastfeeding probably saved your daughter's life. She sounds fantastic and I'm sure thats a big reason that you're such a fantastic mommy yourself :)

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Chana "The Breastfeeding Lady"
09/16/2012 1:22pm

Heather,
Oh so lovely to hear happy stories about breastfeeding adopted babies!!! Inducing lactation is a very real choice, and I am so pleased to hear of your fantastic breastfeeding relationship! What a fantastic way to bond with your child :)

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Jessica
09/20/2012 9:32am

Your story is one of inspiration. I know that breastfeeding makes me a better mommy. My son was born 6 days ago, and much like your daughter he just did not take to nursing in the hospital, as soon as we got home and I relaxed he was like a different child, he latched on. I have 2 step children and I notice I feel differently about them these days, in a good way. I have more patience with them, I listen to them and interact with them in a more compassionate way. I loved them before but now I love them in a way I can not describe. I wish I could say the same for their father.
My husband was telling me his bosses wife is still breast feeding her 2 year old, and his boss did not like it. I was told him I could understand why she was doing it, not just the bond but the dose of oxytocin is they best sleep aid in the world. I had no idea motherhood was such an amazing experience, if I had I would have done it long ago, I feel immature for not doing it sooner.

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Shawna
09/24/2012 1:53pm

Your story brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much for sharing!

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09/24/2012 9:04pm

Beautiful post. As a parent of a high needs almost 4 year old, still nursing voraciously alongside his 2.5 year old brother, I strongly feel that breastfeeding has kept us all sane during some very, very difficult moments. Although, I do have days when I wish they weren't still nursing! xxoo

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Thank for your informative posts. Keep sharing your knowledge with us

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