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[marychronicles]

My Breastfeeding Journey

If you’ve read “Chanel no. 1” on this blog (my about me page) you’d know that I’m a breastfeeding mum to a beautiful & healthy baby bombshell, Samantha. Well, I never thought I’d write my own experience this year because I wasn’t able to write my birthing story, so it’s kind of a surprise that I am actually writing about this journey and not the birthing story. But anyway, I know most of you are younger than me; maybe some are 10 years younger haha but you know, it’s not a bad idea to share this right? Who knows, some of you might have tips & tricks from this entry... 😉

My Instagram feed is filled of milky posts this year, most of them have like, long ass captions. Even though I fully know that nobody would bother to read them, for me, I just really wanted to share my experience about breastfeeding. So let me take you to that time when I was about 3 months pregnant, well, I got pregnant last year; 2016 was such a big year for most famous women I know and for a few friends of mine cos we all got pregnant at the same time & year. I’ve been at the end of my first trimester, which was a relief because I dealt with so much pregnancy issues like: morning sickness (the worst part for me, yikes!! It even last up until the evening) & the never ending back pains. Now, I fully know that after giving birth, I have to breastfeed my baby girl. I remembered my husband asking me, “are you going to breastfeed?” and my answer was, “hmmm I don’t think so cos my boobs will look ugly & saggy!” Sorry but that was really selfish yeah? I know. But come my 8th month of pregnancy, I’ve experienced having this sensation on my breasts that I couldn’t explain, there were nights that my nipple was super itchy and all that stuff. That’s when I knew that my body was getting ready for my milk production. When I gave birth, an hour and a half later, I was surprised to be breastfeeding my first born on her first night. The midwife told me that it was amazing because my milk started to come in on the first night.

So it went, I breastfed & pumped even if I’m sleep deprived, my nipples & boobs were sore from all the latching, I was so inspired by my fellow breastfeeding mommies anyway, I even joined a group exclusively for nursing mums on Facebook & I must say that their tips were very helpful especially during the time that I needed to increase my milk supply. I worried so much because I don’t know if I’m producing enough for my baby.

My journey wasn’t rainbows & unicorns, babies, I had a pretty goddamn ups & downs too. I’ve tried so many lactation aids known to every nursing mums, like, “moringga” or “malunggay” capsules, fenugreek capsules, lactation teas, milo, malunggay hot chocolate, oats, oatmeal cookies and the list goes on. Fortunately, I have a very decent milk supply after taking all those stuff. I’ve burned through 2 Medela electric breastpumps, 1 Spectra pump & an unbranded electric pump. Been up almost every night just to pump & for night feedings. But I couldn’t complain because I know I’m providing the best milk there is. As I end my breastfeeding & pumping journey, I’m only using my first pump, which is a manual pump. It’s been my bestie ever since. I wouldn’t know how my breastfeeding would look like if I don’t have it.

It’s been so hard on my half because this whole journey had been one of the many things that I really am proud of. Like, you know, can you do something consistently for 13 months? Well I did, it’s something to bragged about cos not everyone could do this. I’ve been blessed with my milk supply to keep up all the way through. I’m so emotional to be honest, I just thought that writing about this would make me feel lighter, well kind of but not entirely. Right now, I feel like something has been taken away from me in just a snap. I should feel over the rainbow happy cos I will be able to wear whatever the hell I want without my conscience telling me, “you can’t wear that cos you have to breastfeed remember??” or that I will be able to sleep on my tummy after a year, well those are the many things that I should be happy about but really, I’m sad. Even though some of my friends had told me that I really did a great job on breastfeeding my girl for 13 months, there’s always the sad part because on top of all of this I wanted to breastfeed & pump for 2 years. Well I may have not hit my breastfeeding goal, but I did reach the one year mark. I think that’s amazing. I really am so proud of myself, for being selfless & for doing the best I can for my daughter. Motherhood isn’t just about breastfeeding right? I feel a little blue about ending this beautiful journey but I think it’s the hormones kicking in & stressing me out. Haha! Ugh. I will miss everything about it. I can’t hardly believe that I’m free from the 3AM feedings or that I will be able to drink my favorite beer now.

I hope some of you have learned something from this entry. Nothing’s ever easy, but in the end, it’s all worth it. Everything that I’ve done for 13 months of breastfeeding, is worth more than a million. ✨

[scorpyusmalfoy]

Scorpius Headcanons

Bday gift for the lovely jordyn @smlfoy , hope you enjoy these! -always asking the time -rolls his sleeves up all. the. time. even in the winter -always running around. the boy is pure unbridled energy -messy hair -wiggly eyebrows -no sense of direction like. At All. -all brain. zero brawn -divination KING -a bit geeky looking but his smile charms the pants off of anyone -...... glasses?? Square ones? Yes? -asks like 10 people out in first year -sombody just date the boy -momma's boy through and through -sarcasm on point but doesn't use it often -heart the size of a moon

[scorpluto-blog]

The Signs as Stoners 🌿

Aries: Refuses to smoke but still eats like 15 brownies and has to be driven to the ER

Taurus: Takes one hit, coughs for half an hour, then pretends to be high for another five hours

Gemini: Smokes because it “opens their mind” and probably writes poetry the whole time

Cancer: The one who smokes all day erryday, always has a joint ready for 4:20

Leo: Gets high whenever they can but doesn’t worry too much if they can’t

Virgo: Tries it young, thinks they’re badass, then stops soon after because they can’t take the guilt

Libra: The “enlightened” stoner. Smokes to feel at peace. Goes absolutely whack if they run out

Scorpio: Smokes all the time but doesn’t even roll, quits at random times then starts again

Sagittarius: So deep. Will engage u in a 20 hour conversation about life and politics but nothing they say makes sense

Capricorn: Only smokes alone; being around people high makes them paranoid

Aquarius: Super giggly. Really opens up and relaxes while high. They’re much easier to get to know in this state

Pisces: Loves getting high alone. Typically eats a bunch and watches Netflix until the buzz wears off then has a nice nap. Peaceful stoners

* check sun and/or moon!

[scorpyusmalfoy]

Starstruck

Pairing: Scorbus WC: 496 Summary: Albus meeting Scorpius: re-imagined slightly. Albus POV. A bit of fluff for sad days. For @halfbloodwitch hope you enjoy this!! Albus pushed his trolley down the platform at kings cross. He was in an absolutely fowl mood, and nothing his dad said could ease it. They came to a stop in front of the brick wall leading to platform nine and three quarters. Harry leaned down, looking worried. “Are you okay, Al? You look tense.” “Thanks, dad.” Harry exchanged a look with Ginny, shaking his head. “I'm only going to be here for a couple more minutes, Albus. If you have anything you want to tell me, now is the time.” Harry explained, trying to keep his head. “Will do.” Albus said curtly. There was something bothering him, but it was nothing he could say out loud. He was afraid that he wouldn't make any friends at Hogwarts. Albus looked off to the side and saw a blond man with his wife and son. The boy caught Albus’ eye and smiled, sending a thrill through his entire body. The boy quickly looked away. “What are you staring at, Albus?” Lily asked. “Who is that boy?” Albus muttered, almost to himself. Harry squinted in the boy's direction, his face falling slightly. “Oh, that's Scorpius Malfoy. Draco’s son. If he's anything like his father, I expect you to steer clear of him.” Albus nodded absently, barely taking in his father’s words. Scorpius. What a beautiful name. He did his best not to stare any longer, but it was hard, given that Scorpius’ hair and angelic face made him stand out from the crowd. Albus thought that he'd never seen a person so beautiful. He saw Scorpius tug at his mother’s sleeve, whispering something in her ear. She glanced over at Albus and nodded. Albus went from intrigue to amazement as Scorpius came over to him. “H-hi. I'm Scorpius. I saw you and you looked, well, nice, so I thought I'd come say hi. You're Albus Potter right?” Albus swallowed thickly and nodded. Even Scorpius’ voice was beautiful. Everything about him was enchanting, like he had just stepped out of a painting. “Yes, I am. Do you… want to sit together on the train?” Scorpius’ gray eyes lit up. “I'd love that, Albus.” * Looking back years later, Albus couldn't imagine how his life would've turned out had he not met Scorpius that day. He probably would've spent his years at Hogwarts looking from afar, never saying anything. It was never a question of who he was meant to be with. It had always been Scorpius, and it always would be. Albus thanked Merlin that Scorpius had been brave enough to ask him out. Personality wise, he didn't fit in much with the other Slytherins, but if there was one trait he carried, it was that if he wanted something, he went for it. Optimistic and daring. Above all, Albus was glad that his family was accepting of Scorpius. As it turned out, he wasn't anything like his father. He was his own person, and that person was perfectly his.

[scorpyusmalfoy]

A Good Look

Pairing: Drarry

WC: 963

Summary: Draco walks into the room of requirement to find Harry and Ginny snogging. He is disgusted, but Harry thinks there’s more to it than meets the eye. Jealousy, perhaps?

For @clbuspotter hope you enjoy!!

It was a dull sunday morning, and Draco couldn’t decide what to do with himself. He spent most of his time wandering the halls of Hogwarts, observing his fellow students with distaste. Eighth year students were generally looked down upon by the others. There was a unanimous feeling of “you don’t belong here”. Especially for someone like Draco, who was on the wrong side of the war. In the span of a year he had gone from the beloved Slytherin prince to detested death-eater scum. It wasn’t a good look.

Draco walked down the hallway to the room of requirement, pacing back and forth as he thought I need something that will change my life for the better. The door manifested gracefully into view, the handle winking at him in the dim light. Taking a deep breath, Draco turned the handle to find… Potter and the Weaselette snogging. Again, not a good look.

Potter caught his eye and jumped backwards, not before Draco’s lips quirked downwards into a grimace of disgust.

“Malfoy! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be somewhere sulking?” Potter snapped, and Draco could see small beads of sweat forming on Potter’s forehead, even from his place at the door. Part of Draco wanted to stay and taunt the happy couple, but another, more dominant part sneered, turned tail, and slammed the door behind him.

It wasn’t long before Draco heard Potter’s footsteps behind him, gaining fast.

“Malfoy!”

“What.” Draco growled, speeding up.

“Why were you going to the room of requirement?”

That stopped him. Draco whipped around and glared at Potter. It was none of his business, and Draco was only too happy to tell him so.

“Actually,” Harry began, crossing his arms the way he always did when he was about to deliver a scathing remark, “I don’t care why you were there. Just stay away from me.”

That angered Draco.

“You’re disgusting! Kissing that… girl, that ugly, useless, girl… trust me Potter, I would have happily lived a life void of seeing… whatever you call that. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go puke.”

Potter smiled. It reached his eyes, too. A genuine smile unnerved Draco far more than a fake one would have.

“Call her whatever you want Malfoy, it was still her I was kissing, not you. Jealous, perhaps?”

“Jealous?” Draco sputtered, “Me? Hah… you really got me there, Potter. I’m almost glad I saved your sorry arse last year.”

Potter opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the Weaselette herself, who stomped over and grabbed him by the arm.

“Piss off, Malfoy. Can’t you see we were having a moment?”

“You can have all the moments you like, just keep it far, far away from me.”

“Why does it bother you so much, Draco?” Potter said, his voice velvet.

Draco felt a shiver run up his spine at the mention of his first name. There wasn’t anybody around to call him that anymore, not with his parents in Azkaban. And Potter of all people saying it.. that was certainly something.

“I… you know what? I don’t have to listen to this. Why don’t you go snog your precious beard while I go sleep off this horrible memory.”

And then he left. Potter didn’t follow this time.

* Later that night, Draco was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did it bother him so much? Potter meant nothing to him. But Ginny meant something to him, and that’s what bothered Draco. It was almost as if, if Potter didn’t care about him, then he wasn’t allowed to care about anyone.

Draco leapt out of bed, too distracted to sleep. He exited the Slytherin common room and headed down to the kitchen. He actually liked spending time with the house elves at night, because none of them alerted the staff. Eighth years had certain privileges like that, which was definitely a plus.

Who did he find there but Harry bloody Potter, sitting on the counter and chatting up the house elves as if they were old comrades.

“Malfoy. Glad you came.” He greeted, his voice warm. Was he determined to ruin Draco’s damn life?

“I was looking for some food actually, but it seems as though you were expecting me.”

Potter hopped down from the counter silently and prowled over to Draco, who involuntarily took a step back.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.”

“Neither can I.”

There was an awkward silence after that. Broken by Potter, of course.

“Why did you call Ginny my beard?”

Draco felt the blood leave his face.

“I… I don’t recall-”

“That’s what you said.” Potter just wouldn’t let it go. Draco heaved a huge sigh.

“It’s obvious that you’re gay, Potter. You care for the Weaselette, though I have no inkling as to why, but you don’t love her.”

Potter threw his head back and laughed. It echoed around the kitchen, and some of the house elves tentatively joined in, silenced quickly by Draco’s glare.

“So you’re here to give me relationship advice? What are you gonna do, tell me to break up with her and date you instead?”

“Yes.” The word was out before Draco could stop it. Potter narrowed his eyes and stepped forward again, sealing the gap between them.

“Fine.”

And then Potter kissed him. He kissed him slowly and deeply, until he could no longer breathe. His shoulders went rigid and his hands hung uselessly at his side. The first thing Draco did after Potter finally stood kissing him was take a huge gulp of air and kiss him back, violently, yet tenderly.

They stayed there, in the kitchen, for quite some time. Draco imagined that they made a much better image together. It was a good look, for both of them.

[scorpyusmalfoy]

Gryffindor is fire. Feared my many, respected by all. They burn across the world with a kind of ferocious love. They warm the hearts of those around them, but they can shrivel you up with one harsh word. If they have a thought, the whole world knows. They know their morals, and they will forever stand by what they know to be right.

Hufflepuff is earth. A home for many, a necessity for all. They keep you safe, give you a peaceful place to unwind. They are consistent and enduring. When they shatter, the whole world knows. To mistreat a Hufflepuff is the height of cruelty, as they are the human form of the purest element known to all of us.

Ravenclaw is air. Like the wind, they are ever changing. One day they wake up a storm, unable to connect and share their ideas, and the next, they are born anew. They blister on cold days but soothe on hot days. They know how to get under your skin with their clever words and bright ideologies.

Slytherin is water. The most powerful force of nature, they are not to be underestimated. Some days they are still and tranquil. Other times, they can destroy you with just one sharp word. Beautiful and mysterious, they give life to those around them.

[sleeponrooftops]

If sister witches ever gets an actual title, it’s sure to be as ridiculous as it’s working one. But until then, I’m just freaking happy it’s done. I’ve spent the first half of this year feeling uprooted with so many novels smack in the middle, so I decided to take April & May to finish two of them, and now that bookstore boys is done, I was able to set my sights on sister witches and give it a solid 30k in four days. . From July until now, we are at 101k words, A LOT of crystals and incense, some truly ridiculous enamel pins, aesthetic beyond your wildest dreams, and possibly the most lighthearted and ridiculous novel I’ve ever written—sister witches (monsters included) has become a fully written first draft. And damn if that doesn’t feel sinfully good. 🖤 . #marywrites #amwriting #writersofinstagram #sisterwitches #witch #magic #demon https://www.instagram.com/p/BxvGyCknHFg/?igshid=inwde6nhdal2