I spent a lot of 2010 and 2011 sitting in The Big Red Chair.
It was my spot.
The couch had been my spot with the twins, but we had long since bounced that thing to death and every time you sit on it you hear a nice THUNK as *something* hits the ground. What can I say, my kids have never liked to rock. They like to bounce. Bouncing kills couches.
I quickly found out that bounced to death couches do not make for very supportive nursing environs. So we moved it to the chair. The Big Red Chair.
I held court from my nursing throne for hours on end in that chair.
Me, my baby, sometimes a Boppy, sometimes my pillow. Always my Blackberry. The second I sat down in that chair, he knew what was coming.
I have to say, there were days I was afraid I would never be able to do anything other than nurse in that chair. Ever. But eventually, things slowed down a bit. Judah started eating solid food. Then he realized he could get down and play with his brothers. Then he started walking and all of a sudden I had very limited time in The Big Red Chair. He’d nurse for 30 seconds, hop down and take off.
I don’t even remember the last time we nursed in The Big Red Chair. Night-time feeds were always in bed and those were the last to go.
Now as I rush through my day I long to stop and sit in The Big Red Chair and cuddle my strawberry blond boy, but he is much too busy for cuddling these days.
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