I started this blog one year ago today with a post about my dog. I was 7.5 months pregnant and was sitting at home because I was in too much pain to work. I felt like my life was useless. I felt like I didn’t have anything to say to my husband when he came home from work. So I started my blog.
This past year has been a doozy. Most notably, my Peanut was born on March 20, 2009. No, her name is not actually Peanut (I’ve had a few people ask me that on Twitter). Her name is Dea (dee-ah), but we call her Peanut because that was her name when she was in my belly. We’ve really run with the “peanut” theme and now she has every elephant item you can think of—well, at least 15oo stuffed elephants.
With the birth of Peanut, I became a breastfeeding activist. While preparing my birth plan, I knew that I needed to specify that she was to be breastfed exclusively, but I had no idea what we were really up against. While I feel sad that we weren’t able to go to the hospital we planned on (which is Baby Friendly Certified) after Peanut was born, I’m also happy because now I’ve seen the ugly truth.
With the birth of Peanut came the birth of Lactating Girl. Lactating Girl is a superhero for all of the breastfeeding moms out there. She doesn’t just fight for breastfeeding rights, but rights for co-sleeping, babywearing, attachment parenting, gentle disciplining, and everything in-between. With Lactating Girl, this blog became more than just a documentation of my life.
Thank you all for reading. You make me feel like I make a difference.