Our Bodies Are Wondrous Things, Let’s Trust Them
When I was pregnant with my first son, I always wondered what breastfeeding would feel like. If it would be ‘weird’ having another human ‘suck’ milk from my body. I thought it sounded nice, nourishing another human, but breasts are so sexualized. The more I thought about it, the weirder it sounded to me. I always knew that regardless of what the public thought, I wanted to breastfeed my babies. I hoped I liked the experience with my son.
When they handed him to me and he started looking for food naturally, I knew, this would be an amazing journey. He came out of the womb, already knowing what he wanted and needed – that my friends, was mummy’s milk! 🙂
In the first couple of days, because we were all so new at feeding, he dropped more than 10% of his body weight. We were then advised to be topping off with breast milk preferably, but if not, formula would work ‘fine’. This is where I went wrong. Totally wrong. I had no clue or understanding as to how the breast worked, supply and demand, foremilk and hind milk, or how my baby processed the milk in his tummy then let it out through the nappy. He was an hourly eater. I was certain I wasn’t enough for him. We cried and struggled. I fought mastitis what seemed like a weekly issue. Just as quickly as I would get rid of it, it would come back. I was trying to train him to eat every 3 hours, so I started skipping feeds and feeding longer. I’d fed for an hour…or I thought I was ‘feeding’ for an hour. Little did I know the placement, the latch, the angle, everything was all wrong. He was comfort sucking, This is why he was feeding hourly. Finally, after 5 months of persevering….he stopped feeding. 2 weeks later, we found out we were pregnant with baby number two. I still to this day am not sure if he weened because I was pregnant or if I fell pregnant because he weaned. Nonetheless, our journey was cut shorter than I would have liked, but a new journey would be beginning sooner rather than later.