I always knew, before I even got pregnant, that I wanted to breastfeed. My sisters were breastfed and my mum always made it look easy-peasy. Once I had my baby, and started breastfeeding myself, all these horrific stories from the family women have come out. Stories of engorgement, mastitis, cracked nipples… and even the jealousy between a mother, a banana and a very hungry baby (don’t ask! Lets just say the banana saw a grisly fate and my mother remained hungry!!). Breastfeeding went off to a fantastic start. Soon after my daughter was placed onto my chest and we had skin-to-skin contact she nuzzled for the breast. She latched on straight away and stayed there taking the wonderfully rich colostrum for around 20 minutes. I really do believe that the skin-to-skin I had with her as soon as she was born helped enormously to get feeding off to the best start. If any of my readers want to ask me any questions or just for a chat about breastfeeding please message me on facebook and I will give you the best honest advice I can. Also anyone interested in watching something called a ‘breast crawl’, Youtube it. It really is one of the most amazing things you can watch on there… other than talking dogs and laughing babies.
At first I was quite embarrassed about feeding Willow in public, heck, even in my own home in front of guests and even Jay at first! Silly now, I know. Because I really can say that feeding my daughter this way feels the most natural and amazing thing ever. I would take myself upstairs to our bedroom so I could feed privately. That lasted about a week. I soon realised that people were not embarrassed by the presence of my baby stuck to my bosom, no-one even cared to be honest. No-one stared and no-one asked any silly questions. I realised that I could really do this and I was actually quite good at it.
ok…. I lied. A little bit…My milk came in and I cried (ALOT!). I expressed some milk and my boobs just got bigger….and bigger…and bigger!! I looked like Katie Price and I did not want to flaunt it! I was ready to give up. And this was only 3 days after the birth. At this point I didn’t know that it would get any better. Jay reassured me that it would. Bless my man, he consulted Dr. Internet and read up on all the hints and tips that he could that would help me. Low and behold, 4 days later my boobs went down, Willow could feed properly again (without near suffocation) and I was happy once more. the breast pump went back in the box to gather dust 🙂
Willow and myself have had to work quite hard to make sure that we both succeed with happy feeding. There have been hurdles to over come on the way. Like discovering the most comfortable position or getting a good latch. Check back later to read my ‘Top five tips to successful breastfeeding.’