There comes a time when a person stops feeling comfortable eating a tray of flapjack every week (or does there?).
And now that time has come for me, this is what I’ve started making instead: similarly tasty, but lower fat and altogether more wholesome, homemade granola.
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One of the joyous things about breastfeeding is the ravenous hunger that must be sated with tasty things, which taste all the better because your body is crying out for sugars and fats like it’s running a marathon (which, metabolically, it is!).
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Swearing profusely tends to help a bit though! 🤦♀️🍼😬
Same goes for:
– spoiled milk (out too long)
– rediscovered milk (forgotten in the heat of another moment)
– regurgitated milk (oh reflux you are THE WORST)
In the early weeks of learning to feed my twins, I was breastfeeding them both every 2 hours, including overnight, as well as giving top-up bottles, and expressing, every 3-4 hours.
Each night felt like a surreal marathon running parallel with the time when I should have been being rejuvenated. By 6am each day I would already be a wreck. These flapjacks helped. A lot.
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