Tuesday 29th July 2014
To celebrate the second day of Eid (and being on holidays; yay!) today Kingsley and I rested, played and napped. In pyjamas all day, I am secretly very relieved not to have to express milk. Nine days of freedom from the Medela Swing, and its attachment to the electrical socket in the wall. No filling up bottles, freezing them, washing and drying equipment. Nope! The only equipment we need for this wonderful Eid break are my boobs in working order, and a hungry mouth to feed.
Seven and a half months later, here we are attached; still as strong a breastfeeding relationship as ever.
When the baby was two months of age, we travelled internationally for the very first time. Athens, Greece the destination! Here we spent time with my mum and all my dad’s side of the family, and guess what? Easily transported readily available fresh milk to feed Kingsley was always on tap…
Kingsley turned three months of age while we were holidaying in Australia. The mastitis in my right breast was taking its sweet time to disappear and Kingsley’s piranha latch still made my toes curl.
Since we had not introduced formula into Kingsley’s life, nor would consider leaving the infant in the hands of a nanny for the night, our entire family attended parties and as the revelers would sip at their vodka and lime, King was happy enough with his thickshake.
In the early, very painful, days of breastfeeding, I could not conceive of having developed this delicious bond till now, five months at this stage…
Poolside is the perfect shady spot for some liquid lunch too…