Written by: Jane
D&T: 7 June 2016. 22:12pm
So I did a lot of research and reading on breastfeeding prior and during my pregnancy. It’s something that I was 100% sure I wanted for my baby. But many of the articles, blogs and mommy chats had the same negative feedback; “breastfeeding is supposed to be natural and easy but, it is not.”
And boy am I glad that I am as stubborn as I am. I was still determined to breastfeed. I started lactating during my pregnancy and decided not to pump (even though I had a breast pump at my disposal). I wanted the feeling of breastfeeding my baby for the first time to play in my mind and heart forever.
Sure enough, labour and delivery came. And after the midwife stitched me up, my baby started signalling that he was ready to feed. He was already on my chest so I just sat up, positioned him and offered my breast. He latched and fed immediately. The midwife almost didn’t believe that I was breast feeding for the first time!
Despite this initial success, I unfortunately was still pressurized by family and friends. They all insisted that my breastmilk would never be enough and that I should supplement with formula. Thanks again to my stubbornness, I refused to listen to them and carried on breastfeeding. I couldn’t get Kaz to latch onto my left breast as easily as he did on my right breast. It might have been due to the fact that I’m right handed and that my left nipple was waaaay shorter than my right one. This of course led to the development of mastitis in my left breast (and yes I was pumping my left breast as often as the right. I gave the milk to daddy so I could shower while he had a turn feeding Kaz).
It was extremely painful and I got a severe fever with it. My milk supply suffered but I overcame it by offering more boobie time to Kaz and I found new positions to make the short nippled boobie easily accessible. By 6 weeks, we had developed a healthy and successful breastfeeding relationship. Despite all that stood in our way.
And I am grateful that I never gave up on breastfeeding. It’s like my secret weapon. It’s the tool I use to feed him, soothe him, quench his thirst, help him poop, let him feel close to me and reassure him and his emotions. It has made us so close. Closer than I ever expected. When depression wants to kick in and dark thoughts start creeping into my mind (don’t judge, we all get the baby blues!), breastfeeding helps me chase all of that away. I believe Good really isn’t a fool. He designed breastfeeding this way so that both mom and baby could grow a bond together…
So I definitely am a firm believer in BREAST IS BEST. And it also helps that I had the pleasure of telling those who said I couldn’t do it how the nurse told me to space out the feedings because my baby weighed way above average for his age (ah, so he was getting enough, more than enough it seems, lol!)