Breastfeeding was something I’ve always wanted to do when I became a mother. So when Brett (the husband creature) and I found out we were expecting, I obviously started doing research about the boob feeding technique!
Pinterest lead to links, which lead to the internet, which lead me into a mental breakdown.
“Nipple cream, nipple shields, biting, babies born with teeth, latch, supply, oversupply, tongue tie, lip tie,pumping….”
WTF?! Something that I once thought was so simple and natural, really scared me. Maybe breastfeeding wasn’t for me.
Flash forward to Cole’s (my little human) birth. As soon as I pulled him out; YES you read that right- the doctor let me pull my son right out of my lady bits- the nurse immediately latched Cole on. Latch= success. The next 2 days in the hospital were a breeze.
DAY 4: my mother f****** tits are going to explode. Excuse the language, but I thought the birthing process was supposed to be painful… WHY THE HELL DID NO ONE WARN ME ABOUT WHEN YOUR MILK COMES IN. I looked like a scrawny version of Pamela Anderson. I remember coming out of the bedroom with no shirt on and looking at my husband and crying because of how engorged (there’s one of those terms again) my boobs were. Brett just stared at them “did they give you a boob job in the hospital when I wasn’t looking?!” HAHA, Brett, HAHA. And yes, ladies, I warned my husband that if he even had the thought in his head that he was going to touch them, that I would cut off both of his hands. This pain was no joke.
BREASTFEEDING IS HARD. Because of how huge the girls got, Cole couldn’t latch properly, which lead to a lot of crying and mental breakdowns. I wanted this more than anything, I wanted to nourish my child. Luckily I had mama friends who are angels from up above. Insert nipple shield. LIFE SAVOR. If it wasn’t for this, breastfeeding never would have worked. For those of you who are wondering “what the hell is that?” Well, it looks like a plastic, coned shape appliance that you place over your nipple. Sounds glamorous, right. If it wasn’t for this, I don’t think I would have stuck it out.
What I love most about this, besides the amazing bonding experience, is that Cole and I learned together. As mother and baby we accomplished something together. + ps I couldn’t of done this without my husband either. He is my number 1 fan and has encouraged me from the beginning to not give up.
There have been plenty of moments where I wanted to give up. That’s a lot of pressure on you, knowing that you are your baby’s source of nutrition, you are the one that’s whipping your boobs out every 2 hours, you’re the one who’s pumping to ensure you have a stock pile of frozen milk for when you are at work, and you are the one that’s getting up with baby in the middle of the night for feedings. And even though it’s a lot of pressure, I take so much pride in the fact that my body is capable of not only birthing a human, but providing the only food they technically need in their first year of life. The human body will never cease to amaze me.
Here we are today: October 27th, 2016. 
My precious little man is almost 7 months. We’ve made it 7 months exclusively breastfeeding. And I couldn’t feel more proud or accomplished! The pain was worth it. To all the mamas; whether your baby is breastfed, bottle fed, formula fed- as long as a baby is nourished + fed, that’s all that matters. So I sit here on my couch, boobs out, tiny human attached to the left boob, there’s the letdown. Fingers crossed he doesn’t unlatch because if he does, he’s getting milk sprayed straight to the face. I did say breastfeeding was glamorous, right? 😉 just a mama and a baby counquering all the MOM-ents and let-downs as they come.
xox
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