tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383441136530813118.post923469111558756857..comments2011-03-24T08:13:56.783-07:00Comments on Moomser Baby: Breastfeeding is f***ing hardMoomserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384287809217965233noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383441136530813118.post-28412890116067784362010-10-26T18:40:25.220-07:002010-10-26T18:40:25.220-07:00This post is so great. Surely mothers everywhere c...This post is so great. Surely mothers everywhere can relate. Damned if you do, condemned by society if you don't, yadda-yadda. <br />Luckily, with Tarek, the breastfeeding came incredibly naturally.<br />Sure, my boobs got massive and sore as footballs when the first milk came in, and Tarek never took a bottle or a pacifier 'til I weaned him at 20 months, but luckily my boobs had never been north-facing, so my vanity went out the window from the start. <br />Although it was a full-time job -- he ate day and night and in-between -- it was surely easier than toting around bottles and pacis.<br />Now, who knows, if/when we have a second, if the story will be the same. Perhaps it'll be hell on wheels now that I'm less young and starry-eyed. But I loved doing it and he loved drinking it and we bonded strongly at the teat, so for me it was a great thing.<br />AlciraAlcira Molina-Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04865753274871842334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383441136530813118.post-39592520328201974652010-10-20T05:52:17.845-07:002010-10-20T05:52:17.845-07:00F***ing hard is an understatement. With number one...F***ing hard is an understatement. With number one there was pain, crying, ignorance and lots of guilt when I threw in my towel. When I started understanding more about it I realized I maybe should have tried harder and promised myself I would with number two. I did. I tried hard. I bled, I bit my cheeks in pain, I felt like a cow. I also felt guilty towards number one who sat there and watched. Number two was starving and he screamed every minute he wasn't on the boob, which was actually not that often. But I didn't want to give in. I handed in my hand pump for an electric pump and pumped almost every minute he wasn't latched on with very little results. I used nipple shields and thought I had found the solution. Expect he was still hungry. By the end of month one, when I was already giving him some formula to top off his feed, I gave up. At your house I think...<br />Anyway, I still sometimes feel guilt pangs, I still sometimes feel like I failed my kids as a mother somehow. I still don't know if I was doing it wrong, if I had little milk, if the C-section played a role in it. I don't know. But I totally agree: you have to do what you feel is right for you. Having a newborn, especially your first, is hard enough. Your hormones are all over the place, you have pain, you are not sleeping, you feel the weight of a huge responsibility on your shoulders. You do not need additional problems, one way or the other. And if you do breastfeed, really try to hang in there. It gets better. Or so they say.Nuts about foodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11081157237653314887noreply@blogger.com