Standing in the shady end of Mum and Dad's pool on a stinking hot, sweaty Sydney summer's day, breastfeeding my baby, while she kicks her legs and enjoys the feel of the cold and the wet on her skin. The water bears much of her weight, she is light as a bubble.
I'll never understand the anti-breastfeeding brigade!
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An HONEST account of mothering. Sometimes a little too honest, perhaps.
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