I really didn’t plan on being some crazy, hippie breastfeeding activist. It just sort-of happened. When I was pregnant with my first child I was given a copy of the book The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding. My mom didn’t nurse me or my little brother so I really didn’t have any first-hand knowledge from anyone who had breastfed. I did feel though, that I should make an effort because it made sense to me that God designed a woman’s body to be able to nourish her children. So I had decided this is what I would do. It was the best option for my baby and I would make it happen. Easy as that, right?
Well…for some women maybe, but not for every woman. When I had that first baby, I had to have help figuring out how to get him to latch on, then I needed reassurance that he was actually getting enough milk, then I needed to learn how to nurse while hiding so as not to make anyone else uncomfortable discreetly in public or at family gatherings.
Thankfully, Foster was a wonderful baby, not that every baby isn’t wonderful, but he was easy. My milk came in, but not until day 4 and after that he nursed well, gained weight, slept 8 hours by the time he was 3 months old. I didn’t get mastitis or plugged ducts.
I had this breastfeeding thing in the bag! What a success I was!
Then I had Katie. Baby #2. When she was born I had a 20 month old to chase, she was a snacker (she would nurse for approx. 5 minutes and then nurse again 1 hour later) , she didn’t sleep, I got plugged ducts AND mastitis. She didn’t gain weight or have regular bowel movements.
I sucked at breastfeeding! What a failure I was!
The thing is I have nursed all my babies, most until at least a year old. But a few things I have learned along the way is that women do not have the encouragement or the support system that past generations had when it comes to feeding their children naturally. I am not an anthropologist so I can’t give you any textbook facts here, but my theory is that back in the day when grandmothers, aunts, cousins were always with each other, they were able to see breastfeeding for what it was, the natural, expected way to feed your baby. My mom didn’t even really think breastfeeding was an option. They just showed you how to mix the formula and give the bottles.
I wouldn’t trade my time nursing my babies for anything. The bonding alone makes the struggles and sacrifices worth it. But, I also realize that it doesn’t mean I love my children more than a mom who couldn’t or wouldn’t breastfeed.