From the second I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to breastfeed. It always amazed me when I watched other women doing it. How it’s possible for our bodies alone to give everything a little baby needs, still blows my mind!
Noa was born 5.7lb, and on the 2nd percentile. I made it my mission to make sure she didn’t drop any weight, as she was already such a dinky little thing. But the beginning was tough.
She was 2 weeks early and I felt so underprepared. All I knew was what I had seen — and that was putting baby to nipple and watching it feed. NOPE. Not for me. It took two days of having my midwife hold my boob and coach me through different positions until I finally felt comfortable doing it alone.
She was a hungry baby and wanted nothing more than to be latched pretty much 23/7. I LITERALLY slept an hour a day for the first two weeks. Hungry baby, engorged breasts and cracked nipples. As much as it was such a magical moment in time, it was also extremely challenging. I remember lots of chocolate and crying.
But we slowly found our way. After a week of being at home from the hospital, I realised life was A LOT easier having Noa in bed with me. She hated her Moses basket, hated her sleepy head, hated her cocoonababy. We spent ridiculous amounts of money which I feel a complete nob for (I am queen of eBay and charity shops!). Mummy snuggles was the only thing that did the trick. Pretty obvious looking back — but isn’t it all.
Noa was weaned onto solids at 6 months, but we followed the “food before one is just for fun” mantra. This was pretty handy seeing as probably 95% of all her consumption came from milk still! (Don’t let anyone pressure you into forcing solids on your baby! No baby will let themselves starve :))
Noa is now 13 months and still the milk monster. I am still the lady walking down the road with her tit hanging out (the sling is her fave place to feed), and that suits us just fine.
“When are you going to stop breastfeeding?” is of course something we get questioned with on a regular basis. Sometimes I’m kind and say “when she’s ready to stop”. Sometimes i tell people to mind their own biz lol.
Our breastfeeding journey has been a rollercoaster, but one I have loved and feel SO proud of. Of course it will one day come to an end and I will probably cry lol. But until then I will continue to be the lady walking down the road with her tit out, DARING anyone to question me. 😈 mwahaha!
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