You’ve ever heard of the breastfeeding pillow? Also known as a nursing pillow?
If you haven’t, it’s a pillow ideally used for easier nursing, where you place the baby on while you’re breastfeeding. It is also used for when the baby begins to sit up on his own.
This is the picture of the nursing pillow that I have. It’s shaped like a “U” where you slide it onto your lap and around the sides.
I used the nursing pillow a few times when Kitty was a newborn, but I don’t remember ever enjoying the experience of using it. Why?
Let’s start with the process of setting ourselves up to use it. I used to find it so cumbersome to put it on while holding Kitty. The logistics of holding him on one hand, while setting up the pillow on my laps with the other was quite a task. Alternatively, I would lie him down on the couch, then secure the pillow on my laps, then begin trying to pick him up –with the pillow still around my waist -aaiiihhh! I always needed an extra pair of hands to help me out because I never once did succeed to do any of that on my own.
Then, when we were ready to nurse, both he and I would always be so uncomfortable and we would just keep fidgeting all over. Not even the successful practical lessons I had with my Lamaze instructor helped me out. Trust me, doing the practicals with a black mannequin doll was so different from an actual live baby.
Seeing as it was such a complicated issue for me, I gave up on it altogether. I settled on using seat cushions and a regular bed pillow while breastfeeding him. And we have both been happy since.
So now that Kitty is all growned up and is sitting up, the nursing pillow has come in handy. What I do is I place the nursing pillow behind his back and it gives him support when he is playing with his toys (chewing on them is more like it), just sitting and relaxing while reading the newspaper with me, or when he decides to count the number of toes he has.
But then, I have noticed, in recent days, that he is not the only one who uses the nursing pillow.
There was a time I was looking for the nursing pillow all over the house, turning seats upside down, checking under the seats and tables, beneath the carpet, behind the TV, behind the curtain, in the store, in the kitchen, walking in and out of the bedroom and basically all over the house for the pillow. But I couldn’t find it. Where on earth could such a huge object have disappeared to? I wanted to enlist the help of Kitty’s father but since he was so tired from work I let him continue lying undisturbed on the couch.
So I slumped back on my seat, completely tired and even panting from all that searching. And in that instant, my eyes suddenly ‘opened up’ and I spotted the pillow.
Here it was.
Kitty’s father was comfortably snoring -on it. Oh well, I’ve since discovered that the pillow really does come in handy to a 7 month old baby just as it does an adult.
Both daddy and baby continue to use this multi-purpose nursing pillow so well –they have a mutual sharing agreement.
One of these fine days when no one is looking, I’ll stealthily put it behind my back just like my two men do, just so that I can get a taste of what they feel. I feel as though I’m missing out on all the fun. Uumm.., Is that what they call ‘having the gree