I always knew that I wanted to have kids but I did not know if I wanted to breastfeed. When Igot pregnant with my daughter, I remember thinking that if I was going to be able to breastfeed that I would but if I was not going to be able to, then that was okay as well. I would read a lot of “mommy blogs” offering advice regarding how to hold your baby when breastfeeding, signs and signals to look for with your child regarding their “eating habits” and further suggestions regarding breastfeeding attire and accessories. I remember thinking to myself that this whole breastfeeding thing sounds like it’s going to take a lot of time and patience.
I than began to read about formula feeding. How many bottles you require and what gadgets are helpful for making formula feeding easier. The conclusion that I had come to was that I needed to stop reading so much and perhaps really wait until my baby arrived in order to see what she was like and how she was going to take to breastfeeding.
It was 4:04pm on July 15 th , 2016 and Emily was born. She was perfect and plump and quite hungry. The nurse I had was very easy going and I remember as she held Emily, she looked at me and just says “Did you want to try and feed her?” I nodded my head unsure of what was going to happen next. She checked that I had colostrum and then placed onto my chest, Emily latched right away and went to town. It was the strangest feeling in the world but yet wonderful.
I had no idea how long I would be able to breastfeed but I knew that I was just going to go with it. I had the cracked nipples, the pain, the discovery that I was not going to be able to sleep without a bra at nighttime, that I needed breast pads because I was going to leak, I needed to take my breastfeeding pillow with me everywhere that I went and that I had to learn that Emily was going to be my priority no matter what. There were so many days and nights where I wanted to give up.
I was determined at this point to continue what I had started and so I would take long hot showers, avoided too much caffeine and just tried to stay calm. 7 months later, I am still nursing Emily and am so proud of myself and my daughter. I could not have done it without my husband and without my wonderful nurse.