My newest little girl was born the day after Thanksgiving last year. She was early and perfectly on time. I was back home from the hospital 26 hours after checking in. The baby came quick. I knew I was going to try and breast feed.
First some history. My attempt to breast feed my first child was, um, well, excruciating. And the first of many lofty expectations I had about motherhood that got blown to bits. I was working full time when she was five weeks old and barely held it together enough to pump for, what felt like, three long months. The day I gave up I felt completely relieved and defeated at the same time. I feel bad for that new mom that I was. It felt so hard. I ignored all information related to nursing and breast milk after that, since it "didn't relate" to my life anymore. Really, I just didn't want to be reminded of my failure.When baby number two came along I was working at a new job which was our only income at the time. I knew I'd have to go back to work early. I started back part-time at two weeks and full-time at four weeks. I knew I'd have no time with my dear boy and I knew there was no possibility for pumping on the job so I put him straight on formula and tried to enjoy our first weeks together. It was a joy.
With this history, its a wonder I am here writing about actually breast feeding a child. ME. With my "perfectly fine" formula babies. Why would I dare drag myself through the breast feeding trenches again? So many reasons not to. Only one reason to. One reason precious enough that I knew I just had to try again. 110%.
To Be Continued....
Stay Tuned, and feel free to ask questions. I want my experience(s) to be of some help to someone somewhere. Someday maybe? ;-)
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