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BREASTFEEDING CRITICISM by guest blogger Ashley Cmar
IT WAS HER RIGHT TO EAT by guest blogger Paola
My name is Paola and I’m 26. I’m a single mother to my two year old, Daenerys. We have been nursing since she was three days old and when I saw your post today on Instagram about nursing in public, I felt really excited about that. I do have a blog on Tumblr but I thought I’d write something new about it rather than send you a link to something old. My feelings about it are different now that we’ve done this so long.
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Before I begin about our journey to nursing in public, I think it’s important to note how we started. Daenerys was born with the cord round her neck and they swiftly pried her away to the NICU. A nurse wrongfully recorded she had gone five minutes without breathing and I met my baby two hours after she was born. She had tubes everywhere and I couldn’t hold her.
Ivette Ivens Photo Shoot – Mama Tribe
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A Review of Primal Pit Paste
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A Review of Motherlove Green Salve
By Abby Theuring, MSW
I would love to have a suitcase designated just for hygiene products. I’d bring my various face creams, body washes, lotions, hair serums, coconut oil, olive oil and exfoliates every time I went out of town. Which is often. I’d bring my Motherlove products for the kids; the diaper rash and thrush and the birth and baby oil that I use to rub up the baby. By the time everything is packed I have no room for diapers and I’m only going on a weekender to the grandparent’s house an hour away. Something’s gotta give. [Read more…]