The International Language of Nursing

Even stripped and pared down to the barest lines, these icons still make me want to grab my racing toddler and snuggle him.

http://www.mothering.com/sections/iconcontest/icon-finalists.html

This also made me think about the problems I've had trying to locate lounges in which to nurse my little one- usually only identifying them by spotting another mother as she exits. Needless to say, airports are the worst. They manage to have a maintenance closet every thirteen feet, but can't spare one of these closed doors for a nursing mother? Once, I managed to find a discreet bank of seats near an abandoned gate in some city that I can't recall, only to be invaded periodically by astonished business travellers on cell phones. On a recent trip to Washington DC, I discovered a "family lounge" at one of the Smithsonians and nursed my kid there just for the hell of it. Granted, it was basically an oversized accessible bathroom with an extra countertop and a lightly padded bench, but I was bound and determined not to let the opportunity go to waste. And whenever we take out pictures of our trip and Littlun asks "Where's that?" I can say, "That is the Air and Space Museum! We did two-mamas over there across from the Spirit of St. Louis!"

New name

I've also decided to rename this blog-- not that anyone but me has ever read it. But names being sincerely important to me, I felt like maybe one reason I wasn't posting on this anymore is because I couldn't admit what it is that I'm really talking about.
So I'm going to talk about my milk.
That sounds seriously strange. I still can't believe that I'm actually producing milk. That I can actually sustain human life with a substance created by my body.
And that I can talk about this now with my nurseling, whose vocabulary is expanding minute by minute. (He can now tell me when he's Alldone with one mama and ready for The Another Mama.)
And I don't know when we'll stop...

Just a note

Just a quick note...
Littlun is still nursing. He says my milk is better than chocolate.
Better than chocolate?
HE IS NEVER GOING TO WEAN!