|Pulled the babies out of their car seats and am setting up a triple feed.|
|The beauty of feeding off my legs is having my hands free for a diaper change or lil' girl hairdos.|
|I pick the babies up by the armpit to flip them over and burp them on my leg, yes on any given day I am wearing a few ounces of spit up on my pants.|
In many parenting books, it seems like if you don't breastfeed, that's it! Your kid is gonna be a felon, at best guess, you're looking at 30 to life and visiting your baby in prison, you might as well hang hand cuffs as decoration above their crib. They will never be able to read or even graduate from elementary school and they will get every sickness known to man. They will never be capable of love and will be obese, with poor eating habits.
I look at my mother in law, she was never breastfed and as I recall from the stories, she was bottle feed evaporated milk mixed with corn syrup. I look at her and I think, it's gonna be okay.
Even though I can't hold the all the babies all the time, I still want them to know I am close and probably holding another baby, so I sing and talk to them. I make up songs and put their names in them. I touch them when I say their name so they figure out which baby they are, and what their own name is. Their minds are engaged, their eyes are alert watching me, they hear loving words and know that I am close. That is how I can be close to my babies. Maybe it's not the same as breastfed babes, but it works for me.