I realize this may be the spookiest thing you’ve seen since Halloweenâ€â€don’t mean to make you spit out that coffee you’re drinkingâ€â€but this stack ‘o fakebies is just another day at your friendly neighborhood hospital.
So here we are in baby class, with our pretend baby.
“You are only allowed to hit the baby’s head on the table once today,” deadpans the woman at the front of the class, as all the parents-to-be collectively fumble the first “baby lift”.
We learn about baby moods, baby poop, baby pee, baby diapers (100 a weekâ€â€read ‘em and weep), baby swaddling (see our incorrectly swaddled baby above), and breast feeding.
Boob talk. Lots of it. Including a handout with the title Breast Engorgement.
There is only one chance in my life I’ll ever get to end a post with Breast Engorgement, so I’m taking it.
Breast Engorgement.
why, the baby looks just like you!
Why, I do agree. Except the head and hands are made of plastic.
indeed. forgot to add that he (she?) has your eyes…
breast engorgement, nipple soreness, poor latch, i know it all, plus i had mastitis and continued to breastfeed through broken nipples…SO..if you ever have any questions about breastfeeding or doubts, ask me!!!