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“Breastsleeping” (o como me gusta decirle, “el pecholecho”) es un término acuñado por el Dr. James McKenna, investigador del sueño infantil de la Universidad de Notre Dame. Una de las pocas personas en el mundo que han estudiado científicamente el compartir cama con el bebe. Tuve la oportunidad de que fuera parte de mi formación en sueño y estoy muy agradecida por ello.

“Breastsleeping” se refiere a que mamá y bebé duermen cercanos y amamantan durante la noche. Es una práctica que se ha visto nublada por miedo, culpa y desinformación en nuestra sociedad. En realidad es la forma en que biológicamente estamos diseñados para dormir. El pecholecho y la cama compartida es como los bebés han evolucionado para interactuar por la noche. Mamá y bebé sincronizan su respiración, latidos del corazón, sistemas hormonales, metabolismo e incluso ondas cerebrales. Por eso llegas a despertar unos segundos antes de que tu bebé pida pecho. Y eso es normal.

Es apenas hacia el siglo 19 cuando pediatras (generalmente varones caucásicos que no cuidaban bebés), promovieron la idea de que los nenes no necesitaban alimentarse o acurrucarse en la noche, y que “un buen bebé” era el que dormía toda la noche en una cuarto separado de sus padres.

Hemos aprendido mucho desde entonces. Sabemos que no hay una verdad absoluta para todas las familias sobre cómo acomodarse para dormir. Ni todos los camas compartidas son mortales para el bebé ni dormir en solitario es correcto para todos. Algunas familias funcionan juntas y otras separadas. Deberían ser libres de decidir desde la evidencia y no desde el miedo.

Actualmente contamos con evidencia científica para acompañarte en la forma en que elijas dormir. Cuidando que sea segura, congruente con tu maternaje y se sienta bien, podemos dejar atrás culpas y tabúes. Sin miedo, en tus términos, con el poder de maternar en calma.

[Si deseas conocer más sobre la ciencia del pecholecho, te recomiendo el libro “Safe Infant Sleep” del Dr. James McKenna]



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There’s something about this image that stops me in my tracks.

Before breastfeeding was debated in comment sections… before anyone argued about whether a mother should “cover up”… before pumps, feeding apps, schedules, and unsolicited opinions…

there was simply a mother, her babies, and her body doing what it was made to do.

Human beings have been fed at the breast for thousands upon thousands of years. Kings were nursed. Farmers were nursed. Artists, soldiers, mothers, rebels, entire generations of humanity were once babies at somebody’s breast.

And somehow, in 2026, we’re still having to remind people that breastfeeding isn’t obscene.

Look at this sculpture.

Nobody carved shame into her face. Nobody carved a nursing cover over her. Nobody made her apologize for taking up space.

They carved motherhood.

They carved nourishment. They carved dependence, strength, tenderness and survival.

Breastfeeding isn’t some new movement women are trying to force society to accept.

It is one of the oldest human stories there is.

We’re not trying to make breastfeeding “normal.”

We’re trying to remind the world that it always was.

My boys, Cooper and Carson, will be 6 months old on the 28th and I’ve breastfed them this entire time. TWO babies. For almost SIX months. And honestly, knowing that I’m part of the reason they’re getting so big makes me ridiculously happy. 🖤

Before I had babies, I always said I wasn’t going to breastfeed. No idea what I was trying to prove. I was being a brat. 😂 But the second I found out I was pregnant, my whole mindset changed.

Then I found out it was twins.

And somehow I still never thought, “How am I going to breastfeed TWO babies?” I was too busy panicking about how the hell I was going to HAVE two babies. 😂

They were born at 34 weeks and 2 days, and in the beginning I had to supplement with a tiny tube at my ni**le while my milk came in. At the time, I felt like I had failed. Looking back now, I wish I would’ve been a little nicer to myself.

Then came the latch.

These boys would literally CHEW THE AIR while I was trying to get them to open their mouths. 😂 It was adorable… but their latch was AWFUL.

And it hurt.

Like really, really hurt.

For MONTHS.

I wanted to quit a million and one times.

But somehow I kept going.

And now here we are, almost 6 months later, and breastfeeding them feels so normal. So easy compared to those first few months.

Well… until they hear a noise and whip their head around with my b**b still in their mouth. 😭😂

My goal is one year. After that I’d love to pump so they can keep having breastmilk, but we’ll see what happens.

What I do know is that I’m already so proud of myself.

I wanted to give up so many times and I didn’t.

I love these babies more than anything in this world, and knowing my body has been able to nourish BOTH of them for almost six months is something I’ll always be proud of.

And to every other breastfeeding mama reading this… seriously, you’re amazing.

And I’m not a corny cornball or a softy, so if I’m saying it, I mean it. 😂🖤