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Munchkin LATCH Bottle for Breastfeeding Mothers

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I’ve teamed up with my friends at Munchkin to share this story with you.

I’m 18 weeks into my third pregnancy and still nursing this sweet one and a half year old of mine. Looking back, I realized that in the past five years, I have only had a six month break from breastfeeding (which is kind of hard to believe) and with another baby on the way, it looks like I’m going to have a couple more years (and maybe more after that with another one if we are so lucky)! I have always told everyone that my babies don’t take bottles, but the truth is that they don’t take bottles because I don’t like to introduce them. I honestly don’t like to miss any of that special bonding time that happens when you’re nursing your infant, don’t enjoy pumping (cleaning all of those parts ugh!), and have had a hard time finding a bottle that I love for my babies.

However, this third time around, this sweet babe of mine is going to need to take a bottle. With two others to look after, one of whom won’t even be two years old when this new babe of ours is born, I’m going to need the ability for others to feed him or her while I take care of the other two. Holden is already talking about feeding the new baby and I know Gray will want some part in that as well. So I’m feeling ok this time around about letting others do some of the feedings (just a few though ha!) so that they get to experience a similar sort of bonding as I do.

Munchkin, one of my favorite brands, just released a new line, Munchkin LATCH, that is specifically made for breastfeeding mamas and babes. Honestly, knowing that something is made with nursing moms in mind makes me feel more at ease about introducing it to my little ones. The Munchkin LATCH bottle has an accordion-style nipple that stretches like the breast, helping your baby latch easily and correctly. The other nice benefit of Munchkin LATCH is the anti-colic valve on the bottom of the bottle, which helps to remove air from the milk inside it. And the line includes an easy sterilization kit for pump parts, breast pads, bottle and pump brushes.

So if you’re a breastfeeding mother who wants to introduce a bottle to your baby and wants to find something that is as close to mimicking breastfeeding as possible, check out the new Munchkin LATCH.

***This post is sponsored by Munchkin. Thank you for supporting the brands that make this blog possible!


TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED.

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holden, do you love mama?  mmm-hmmmmm.

holden, does your mama love you?  mmm-hmmmm.

holden, guess what?

his face scrunches into a big smile because he knows what’s coming.

your mama loves you.

to love and to be loved…one of the most important things in life.


BOY ON A BUDGET: FALL FASHION

little man wearing:  h&m fur hat ($9.99), healthtex button-up from walmart ($5.98), healthtex colored jeans from walmart (from the girls department) ($8), target converse ($19.99)

almost every time there is water running in the kitchen sink, whether i’m rinsing the dishes, getting a glass of water, or washing my hands, i feel a little body mold itself against my legs, tiny hands yanking at the hem of my shirt, and a high-pitched squeak repeating “up, up, up!”  i’ll look down to see holden with his arms outstretched towards me, looking longingly at the sink, knowing that he wants to sit in the sink letting the warm water run through his hands for the next hour or so.  it is usually when we are planning to head out for the day or i’m just about to start dinner that his desire to play in the sink arises and often my first instinct is to say no, we don’t have time baby.  but with holden, if i ever say no to anything i always like to give him a good reason of why he can’t do something.  the voice inside my head always asks “why not?

no, holden, mama doesn’t feel like watching you play in the sink for an hour never feels like a good enough reason for me.  so i always pick him up, clothes and all, and sit him in the tub of water.  he will hold his hands under the faucet, feeling the water pelt the palms of his hands surrounded by tupperware and spatulas and he is content for at least an hour.  the one single activity that can tame my little wild man for that span of time.

we don’t get out until he is ready to get out, but there wasn’t a true reason that we couldn’t spend that hour doing exactly what he wanted to do.

like take an extra half hour to collect sticks on our way into the grocery store

or reading a handful of books in the car before buckling him in and heading to our destination,

or spend the morning playing peek-a-boo instead of getting ready for the day.

i don’t ever want to be too tired,

too uninspired,

or too busy

to take a few extra minutes out of my day and do exactly what holden wants to do.

because all too soon, we grow older, we have more responsibilities and lose some of our ability to spend each and every day doing exactly what we want.


TIME SLOWED DOWN.

before holden, life was rushed.  my days passed like the blur out the window of a speeding train, my face pressed against the sill attempting to discern whole objects out of the hazy greens and blues.

life revolved around getting to where i was going.  getting to work, getting to the next meeting, getting home to my husband, getting to dinner, getting to bed, a ceaseless list of deadlines.

of course, i enjoyed my life, but i failed to notice all of life around me and truly enjoy every minute.

but holden changed this.  he taught me to look at time with slow eyes.  we swim in every minute, every second of our waking hours, soaking up every last drop.

almost every time we make our way up the front walk after being away from the house, holden stops me, begging to be put down so that he can draw with chalk, dig in the dirt, or search for and clean spiderwebs off of everything in his sight (his latest obsession).

despite an impending nap, a quickly approaching dinnertime, or the multiple baskets of laundry that seem to be forever waiting for me,

i always stop and play.

we stay at the park slightly longer than initially planned, take the long way home on our morning walks, and leave the light on a little past bedtime.

the true urgency to self-imposed deadlines has been realized.  there is no race.  there is no finish line.

and through this slowing of time, i’ve discovered things about life…

that we live directly under a flight path meaning that airplanes fly overhead nearly every ten minutes, that the swaying trees look like a rippling sea when the wind blows and it’s slightly mesmerizing to watch, that you can always find a bug or insect no matter where you are, that the moon is out during the day more often than you think, and that those extra ten minutes in bed reading in the morning are worth more than you think.

so these days, when my body sinks into the bed at night, my mind isn’t racing with whats, whens, and whys

because each and every day is enough.

oh, cleaning and scrubbing, but children grow up, as i’ve learned to my sorrow.  so quiet down cobwebs.  dust go to sleep.  i’m rocking my baby.  babies don’t keep. – ruth hulbert hamilton


BABY FEVER.

mama wore: aqua dress (worn as a top), forever21 sheer heart maxi skirt, brandy melville usa necklace and bracelet, and report ankle boots.

little man wore: peek youth nation t-shirt, h&m shorts, native howard slip-ons

suddenly, it feels as though everyone around me is pregnant and i feel an enormous sense of nostalgia, longing, and dare i say, even a stab of jealousy.  ever since being pregnant with holden, i’ve always gotten a slight heartache when i see pregnant people, coveting to be in their shoes. but then i’ll look at holden and realize with a smile i have a baby and go on with my day.  but then last week, several mamas in holden’s playgroup announced they were pregnant, mamas with children the same age as holden, and i found myself frantically thinking is it that time already?  is this about the time that you have the next child?, my mind immediately racing with worry about timelines and age difference.  and as i congratulated them and excitedly asked about ideas for names, i had to stop myself from impulsively shouting waaaait, i want to be pregnant too!  i think there is just something about pregnant women that makes other (non-pregnant) women a little crazy.

i immediately texted dustin (presuming somewhere in the back of my mind that he would say something along the lines of if everyone is getting pregnant now i guess we should start trying now too): omg….so-and-so and so-and-so and so-and-so are pregnant!

dustin’s reponse: cool…

me: can you believe it?!?

dustin:  ya. that’s cool.

and while two seconds before the text i thought it was the most insane thing ever that multiple people in my playgroup got pregnant around the same time which must mean that it’s time (to have another baby), there is nothing like a man’s logic to make you realize that you are being slightly crazy.  because despite a few pregnancy announcements causing a mild case of baby fever, our little family of three is happy and content at the moment and in actuality, i don’t truly feel ready for another addition to our family.  i selfishly want to give every ounce of my attention to holden and i’m not quite ready to give any of that up.

(…but i’ll let you know how i feel after next playgroup).