Breastfeeding is hard. These are words that every expectant mother will hear from someone at sometime during their pregnancy. But that’s just it – they’re just words. I heard these words & ‘knew’ breastfeeding would be hard. Knew in my head that is.
But physically I had no idea. I didn’t know what it would feel like to have cracked bleeding nipples. I ‘knew’ it would be bloody sore but until I actually felt it, I didn’t really know.
Ok so enough with inverted comma’s & italic words. You get my point that until you’ve actually physically felt something (yes childbirth comes under this category too) it’s really hard to know what you’re in for.
I was one of the unlucky lucky ones to have the milk gods smiling down on me. The day my milk came in I think I was in shock. To say that Pamela Anderson would have been proud is an understatement. Yep, the girls were huge. And rock hard.
All of a sudden my nice breastfeeding experience with my new bub had turned into a breast refusal, non latching, cup feeding nightmare. There were lots of tears. Her’s and mine. ‘Give it 24 hours and you’ll be amazed at the difference’ said the lactation consultant. 24 hours later: ‘Ok, maybe another 48 hours’. Thankfully she was right and eventually they did settle, Sophie decided she wanted to hang out with me again and say bah bye to those silly little cups and after a home visit from the most lovely lactation consultant we were back on track.
I’m still struggling with a little too much milk and some nasty blocked milk ducts, but we have our good days and our not so good days. But on the not so good days I just take one look at her beautiful little face and remind myself that it’s all totally worth it and this gorgeous cheeky little girl is all mine.
Well I’m glad I got that off my chest. Pardon the pun