Wife, Mummy, Nurse: Help!: My Breastfed Baby is With Someone Other Than Me

23 February 2012

Help!: My Breastfed Baby is With Someone Other Than Me

When Charis was 17 days old, my husband was planning on meeting one of his old college professors and some friends in D.C.  I wanted to go with him, but was concerned about the suckling infant at home.  I told Drew I was going with him, but later changed my mind. Then changed my mind again, I was going.  Thankfully, my in-laws were in town and were over at our apartment and gladly offered to watch Charis.  Even though I trusted my in-laws completely, I was still slightly nervous about leaving. This was the first time my pumpkin was in the care of another and I was not around.

Before leaving, I nursed Charis, who fell asleep and had breast milk dribbling out of her mouth.  I handed my sleeping baby over to her grandma.  Drew and I left to go to the Metro station, so we could take the Metro into D.C.  I made sure to have my phone with me, with the volume turned as high as it would go; Drew did the same thing.  We enjoyed ourselves and were away for three hours. When we came back Charis was right where we left her, lying on top of Grandma.

If you breastfeed exclusively, three tips I have with leaving your baby with someone else:
  • Have breast milk in the fridge ready so that your son/daughter can be fed quickly.  
  • Make sure the person who is staying with your child recognizes early cues that your baby is hungry {such as smacking lips, opening and closing mouth and sucking}, especially if you nurse on demand.  Warming up breast milk takes longer than breastfeeding.
  • Breastfeed your baby right before leaving.
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  1. That is a great story! Grandma had everything under control. I hope you were able to enjoy your little escape :)

    1. Thanks! Yes, Grandma had everything under control. I think we often put far to much pressure and worry on ourselves. And yes, the trip into D.C. was just what I needed. I had actually started feeling human again that week.