Journey Into Motherhood: Breastfeeding in the Beginning
I remember when I was pregnant reading about breastfeeding. I learned about the bond it creates between the mother and child. All the amazing benefits it has, again, for mother and child. I would see pictures on my instagram feed, of moms breast feeding their babies, and everything about it looked so peaceful, enjoyable - it looked like pure bliss. I assumed that since I had done my homework - that breastfeeding would be just something that came naturally. I thought I would just latch Eila on, she'd eat and we would both be drunk in an Oxytocin high. Oh man, I was in for a rude awakening. Because no one really talked about their struggles.
I didn't read about all the challenges of establishing breastfeeding - or if I had - I didn't remember any of it. I was hit with a reality shock - just hours after having Eila - after the midwives left and I heard her first hunger cry. I had no idea what to do. And I was devastated because breastfeeding wasn't coming naturally for me. I couldn't latch Eila on myself - or if I did it took me so long and in the process she would have an epic meltdown and in which case I would too have an epic meltdown. I had to get the nurse to help me latch her - every time. She made it look so easy - so natural. What was I doing wrong?
Well in the span of 24 hours - Eila damaged both my nipples. She had such a strong sucking reflex that if I didn't get her latched correctly - she'd just go to town. They were so cracked and raw. I didn't remember reading about that. It was excruciating to latch her on - to the point that each time she would cue she was hungry I would stall. Then finally try to get her on. And then cry. I felt so frustrated. So defeated. I felt like a failure. Why was breastfeeding so easy for everyone else? Why couldn't we figure it out. I am just going to say it - those first few days were horrible. So horrible that I had a really hard time enjoying Eila. This made me so sad and made it really hard for me to bond with her right away.
I must give props to Steve. He was a champion through this. I would never would have continued breastfeeding (8 months later) if it weren't for him encouraging me. Sitting with me during every painful latch those first two weeks. Calling the midwives (without me knowing) to have them come over to help me work on positions and latching. Also, thank goodness for midwives, what an invaluable support for women in the postpartum period. I constantly worried if she was getting enough milk, was she losing weight, was she getting enough hind milk? It was an endless cycle.
It wasn't until Eila was 4 months until I was fully healed and I started to enjoy our breastfeeding relationship. Seriously those were the longest, toughest 4 months of my life. It took every ounce of willpower and energy to get through it. Honestly I am surprised that I stuck with it - but it might be one of those cases that my stubbornness came in handy. But I had moments, in those 4 months, when we'd have a great feed and Eila would pass out milk drunk when it all seemed worth it.
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