Author: The Pookster

For all of my adult life up until June, my breasts have had a single meaning and function and it wasn’t to suckle a baby. It’s taken some getting used to: having a vulnerable, hungry creature rely on them for sustenance. Eventually I’ve gotten comfortable with the suck-suck-suck-pause of baby’s rhythmic and eager eating. Okay, […]

When Theo was born, my breasts would not be ready to feed him for another week or so. Because I had gestational diabetes, my labor was induced on my due date, and to make things worse I had to undergo a C-section. Whatever triggers milk let-down was not ready yet. There was a mere drop […]

I named this site The Pookster after one of baby Theo’s many, many nicknames. His father and I come up with new ones all the time (and some have even been retired by now.) Here’s a partial list: Sparrow Zhook Zhook (zhook means bug in Russian, however it’s spelled) Little Man Pook Pookateer The Pookster […]