Breastfeeding
The idea for my first book, The Black Woman's Guide to Breastfeeding,
really began with the birth of my first child. At the time, I just enjoyed
the experience of breastfeeding, which lasted for 2 years. I had great support
from my husband and family; although as my son and I approached year
two of breastfeeding everyone thought I was being extreme.
My son, breastfeeding and I crystallized in a way that is all
icky sweet and mushy. When he first latched on, it was as if he knew just
what to do. I didn't have to teach him too much. I was the one who had to
learn about position and engorgement and nursing in public.
We were so close. I never thought I could be that close to anyone.
I know that breastfeeding made the difference.
I became absorbed in the world of breastfeeding: reading literature,
taking courses, joining groups, talking to countless women.
During my first breastfeeding period, I was the lone Black woman in
most of the breastfeeding circles. I noticed this right off the bat!
Where were my sistas? Why were they not at these support group
meetings? Why was I the only one (or one of a handful) taking
breastfeeding courses? Why were people so happy to see me, the
lone Black woman, walk into a breastfeeding environment?
I had so many questions--all that led to the start of the
African American Breastfeeding Alliance (AABA.)