when i was pregnant i wasn't sure if i would nurse. i didn't know many people who had and i hadn't been exposed to breastfeeding hardly at all beyond the few glances they squeeze in on tv. but i wanted to give it a try and we were blessed that everything has gone swimmingly well. with such a limited experience the only thing i was familiar with was the traditional cradle-hold position. it never occurred to me that as jude got older things would... change.
i was not prepare for, as experienced nursing moms call it, the acrobatic nursing.
jude is no longer content with the laying-down boppy-style cradle hold unless he's pretty sleepy. for one thing he is outgrowing his pillow- his feet hang off the end and it nearly pushes him up too high. so he has been branching out so to speak.
he likes to crawl over of his own accord when it's milk time and help himself on his knees, standing up, downward dog, bouncing up and down, you name it. when he nurses in the bed he'll sit up on his knees and drape himself over my chest like a tiny boy throwing himself over a barrel. our new go-to position has been him sitting facing me next to my legs so he can eat sitting up. it's the big boy eating. he just sits there like a little person, gets his food, pops off for a laugh, gets his food, and then off to play again.
i'm torn, because i'm not used to not cradle-hold nursing and it feels a little off-putting. it dips into that area where people get all preachy. if he can sit up on his own to eat– would people be scandalized?
...but it's also REALLY REALLY hilarious. he's very serious about it, proud of himself, and so very happy.