If you asked my husband what my pain threshold was like he would have told you I didn’t have one. During my pregnancy when I had some pains, he’d say how bad is it on a scale of 1-10. I’d say 7 and he’d say is that an Ami 7? And then reduce my number to 3!
It’s safe to say he thought I was a woos! Then I pleasently surprised him when I pushed out our 8.5pound baby girl. (With the help of gas and pethadeine). I even pleasently surprised myself. But with a massive fear of having an epidural, I was determined to get that baby out.
Then came the breastfeeding saga. You can read about that HERE, HERE and HERE. Unfortunately after the last boob update I’ve had another set back and now have another breast infection. Yesterday for the 3rd time I sat and cried and wanted to throw it all in. I wanted my boobs back, empty and pain free. I started Googling formula for 6 week old babies, and I started telling myself I was going to wean her.
After I’d calmed down and really thought about it, deep down I didn’t and don’t want to give up breastfeeding. I have so much milk, that my chubby little bubba LOVES, and I’m not going to let a stupid infection win and deprive my baby girl of all this milky goodness I have on offer.
I’ve yet again surprised myself, and I’m pretty sure my husband, at my strength – a strength that to be honest I didn’t know I had. Motherhood has definitely taught me that I’m much stronger than I ever thought I was. But that’s just what you do when you’re responsible for the life of a tiny little baby. Or in our case a buddah baby!