misskittyfantastico
27-07-2006, 12:00
I thought seeing as how my DD and I have come to the end of our breastfeeding journey :crying: :crying: I would indulge myself by sharing our breastfeeding story.
Before conceiving and during my pregnancy, I was not really too fussed on the whole idea of BF. It was a combination of knowing how unsuccessful my mum was feeeding me, and a whole bunch of weird and uncomfortable feelings about having "something" feed off a part of my body that was previously only enjoyed by my DH. I told myself I'd give it a go for three months and if it wasn't working then so be it.
Before I gave birth a friend advised me to put bub on the boob as soon as possible and with that in mind, I put DD to my breast the minute after she was born. I can still hear her snuffling away.
In hospital I felt really confused by having a different midwife every 8 hours with different instructions on how to hold my baby, position her etc...also the nipples started getting really ouchie. I had to feed her completely topless because the idea of lifting my shirt, undoing that pesky bra, holding this tiny, unfamiliar body and finding my nipple was all too difficult!
It's amazing though that within three/four months I went from bleeding cracked nipples and total confusion to being able to whip up the old shirt, unsnap the bra and pop her on all while having a coffee!..although I did often drown her in milk!.
Sadly though, my supply just kept dropping and that coupled need to go on medication that isn't suitable for BF meant that slowly DD and I weaned each other. She had her last BF a few days ago and while I wanted it to be a serene, lovely moment, it consisted of her having one suck, slapping my boob, biting my boob and giggling at me!
Instead I'll remember the magic of the three am feed. The two of us in our big comfy chair. It's such a miracle and I miss it so much.
Before conceiving and during my pregnancy, I was not really too fussed on the whole idea of BF. It was a combination of knowing how unsuccessful my mum was feeeding me, and a whole bunch of weird and uncomfortable feelings about having "something" feed off a part of my body that was previously only enjoyed by my DH. I told myself I'd give it a go for three months and if it wasn't working then so be it.
Before I gave birth a friend advised me to put bub on the boob as soon as possible and with that in mind, I put DD to my breast the minute after she was born. I can still hear her snuffling away.
In hospital I felt really confused by having a different midwife every 8 hours with different instructions on how to hold my baby, position her etc...also the nipples started getting really ouchie. I had to feed her completely topless because the idea of lifting my shirt, undoing that pesky bra, holding this tiny, unfamiliar body and finding my nipple was all too difficult!
It's amazing though that within three/four months I went from bleeding cracked nipples and total confusion to being able to whip up the old shirt, unsnap the bra and pop her on all while having a coffee!..although I did often drown her in milk!.
Sadly though, my supply just kept dropping and that coupled need to go on medication that isn't suitable for BF meant that slowly DD and I weaned each other. She had her last BF a few days ago and while I wanted it to be a serene, lovely moment, it consisted of her having one suck, slapping my boob, biting my boob and giggling at me!
Instead I'll remember the magic of the three am feed. The two of us in our big comfy chair. It's such a miracle and I miss it so much.