I’ve often noticed various moms around the internet complaining about women who complain about having an oversupply of breastmilk. These moms are under-producing, and feel that women who complain of oversupply are only doing it to rub their hyperlactation abilities in the low-producers’ faces. They equate it to a billionaire complaining about having too much money. To these under-producing moms, an oversupply would be a good problem to have. But an oversupply is no laughing matter. It’s not just a matter of “engorgement and leaky...
And This is Why We Don’t Talk About Our Anxiety Problems on the Internet…
For a long time, for a whole lot of reasons, I kept my mental issues out of my internet spaces. Part of me just didn’t want to deal with my own feelings about it. Part of me knew I’d be judged and looked down upon. Part of me knew I’d get too much support (the kind that makes me more...
I Pledge to Support With Integrity – Will You Join Me?
Moms who love breastfeeding are some of the most supportive and passionate people I know. We all want what’s best for our babies, and we all want to help support other moms to achieve their goals. Breastfeeding mothers often face special challenges – not necessarily from breastfeeding itself, but from a strange cultural distaste toward the act. Our American society...
Attend a Party (and Win Fabulous Prizes) in Your Underwear.
Today, after so, so, so much work, I’m officially launching the new TFB Resource Guide. It’s chock-full of awesome info from expert contributors (me being just one of the many.) But, the best part? THE BEST PART!?!?! You could be over there right now, in your underwear (or your PJ’s, or your business suit, whatever you fancy) entering to win...
Announcing the TFB Resource Guide Launch Party & HUGE Giveaway!
Lately, I’ve been asked over and over to help people find various posts I’ve published mentioning everything from belly binding, to placenta encapsulation, to making baby food. After five years of blogging, networking, educating, and absorbing information, I seem to have amassed quite a heap of articles and resources that my readers would like to find a bit easier. So,...
A Card-Writing Campaign to a Mother Relearning How To Live
Thanksgiving weekend, I got an email from a woman named Sheila. Her friend Liz was an avid reader of my blog, so when Liz nearly died in childbirth earlier that month, Sheila wanted me to know. Sheila hoped that I could say something to Liz to help give her hope, and keep her fighting for her life. Liz suffered a...
Bad Treatment from a Doctor and Even Worse Treatment by a School District
Saying that I had “a case of the Mondays” this week is the understatement of the century. There will be no positivity in this post. The SUCK is far too great, and I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I went to the general practitioner (assigned to me by the state, since we’re on Medicaid right now) about my worsening anxiety...
The Day That Finally Made Me Seek Help for My Anxiety…
For the last dozen years, I’ve been suffering from on-again/off-again stress-induced anxiety problems. I’m high strung by nature, and after I landed in the ER a few times in my late-teens and early twenties thinking I was dying of a heart attack, some doctors figured out that my episodes were merely severe panic attacks. But I don’t like brain-altering drugs...
