In lieu of breastfeeding week I wanted to tell my story…. Breastfeeding for me is probably the most amazing thing I have been allowed to experience in this lifetime…. And for those of you that know me I have done a lot.
I know not all mothers get to have the chance but I believe everyone lives what they are supposed to and some things work for some and not for others, I respect that.
I had a horrible pregnancy, not only was I nauseous the whole nine months, I was also confronted with an awful scare by the American Dr’s, I won’t even go into details…. As it was terrifying. What I focus on is the outcome and I was blessed with a perfectly healthy baby and at the end of the day that is all that matters and all that every parent wishes for. That being said after what I consider a traumatic pregnancy and birthing story I have been blessed with the opportunity to breastfeed.
The first few weeks were insane, my breast had grown eight sizes and I think I probably could have fed a dozen babies…. I was engorged on numerous occasions and my highly sensitive nipples were so very raw…. But I had the voice of a friend of mine in the back of my head “hang in there, it will be worth it”…. I remember calling that friend at one point… Crying my eyes out “how long for” I said…. “It’s so hard” ….. Just a few days later all had calmed and my breasts were able to feed my little one.
I cannot begin to describe how beautiful it is to look down at your little baby as he is latched on to your nipple, solely depending on you for his nutrition. The fact that he grows from your breastmilk is such a phenomenon. I have a little “spit up” baby….. So every time he ate… It all came back up again. I was so worried he was not getting enough…. We finally found our way of doing it…. Turns out that he didn’t spit up at night, so I decided to wake up every two hours to feed him and he indeed did grow and become stronger and even cuter. He is now four months old and I still get up every three hours with him at night so he gets good feeds that stay inside him…. My friends say… My God is he not sleeping through the night…. You must be exhausted.
You know what, it’s funny that… I’m not at all… He gives me energy… I am happy, no wait, exstatic…. This is the one time in my life I get to do something so special and I’m already sad he will soon be eating solids. I realize that in the larger scheme of things a few months of dedication is so rewarding… He now looks right at me when he feeds and once in a while pops off the breast and gives me a huge smile. I will live the rest of my days remembering that smile…. Even though parents tell me every day I will forget.
I will breastfeed him only for as long as he likes, and I hear that is different in all children. I’ve spoken to other mothers and I hear of their struggles so I wanted to share atleast what worked for me and maybe it will work for another mother somewhere in the world.
I have days when I produce less milk, be it stress induced or food. For me if I drink a coconut, my milk comes right back. I have found that nuts, cashews, and almonds especially also help.
Avocadoes are a must on a daily basis and the biggest trick I believe is lots and lots of fluids…. Our bodies have fat stored from pregnacy to feed…. The way too move that fat and access it is by drinking, drinking and drinking. The reason I know this is because I must confess I never was one to drink all those glasses of water that are recommended but I have made an extra effort and it is paying off.
Lastly I want to talk about the feeling of true meaning in life… It is indescribableto be the sole source of another human beings existence…. That this being grew inside of me and has now doubled his birth weight, that he is smiling, and rolling over… That we cuddle and laugh, that we are already growing together, I am beyond grateful and happy to be a mother and I have so much too look forward to…💕