Nurshable

Letters to a Daughter

  • The Six Week Growth Spurt

    Dear Daughter, You turned six weeks old on Friday. This means many things, but the most all-consuming thing of the sixth week of life is your six-week growth spurt. I lovingly refer to this as the “growth spurt from hell”… Continue reading

  • A Green Blanket

    Dear Daughter, It’s dark outside. Quiet. Warm. The ceiling fan is on above us, and you lay by my side on a simple green blanket with an embroidered butterfly at the bottom. I won this blanket as part of a… Continue reading

  • Dads Don’t Bond With Bottles

    Dear Daughter, When I watch you and your daddy, I smile. There’s this myth that says “Dads don’t bond without bottles”. Your dad scoffs at such things. He believes that his bond with you comes from listening to you. From… Continue reading

  • Keep You Close

    Dear Daughter, Right now you’re tucked into a wrap on my chest. I keep you close. I consider you a very easy baby. Not many would. I cannot put you down without your voice raising as you cry out to… Continue reading

  • Monkey See, Monkey Do

    Dear Daughter, Each generation of women alive today has a story to tell about breastfeeding and the backwards way in which things were done when their children were born. My grandmother’s generation tells of injections covertly given to women to… Continue reading

  • I Will Not Nurse You Forever

    Dear Daughter, You are only three weeks old and so no one really asks yet about your weaning time.  Those questions will come later, along with the many and varied opinions about when you should be weaned. Having been through… Continue reading

  • I Am Not a Human Pacifier

    Dear Daughter, You are three weeks old. You nursed pretty much straight through the night last night, as I sort of drifted in and out of being fully awake. You’re going through a growth spurt. When you switch sides I… Continue reading