72 months, or 6 years, that's how long I breastfed for. I told my story for World Breastfeeding Week back in 2011.
Let me start by saying that there is so much build up to the arrival
of your first baby and so much information about the choices surrounding
the birth itself that no one actually tells you that giving birth is, in all reality, the easy bit.
With this tiny new person in the world there are so many more choices
and judgements to be made. This is complicated by the fact that whilst
the tiny person is fairly adept at communicating that they want
something, they are pretty bad on the specifics.
Before Charlotte arrived I was certain that I wanted to breastfeed her. Fortunately I am a lucky cow
and supply wasn't and never has been a problem for me. If a hungry
newborn arrived on my doorstep tomorrow I am certain that I could
produce at least a little something for them. I have joked more than
once that I missed my calling as a wet nurse. For this I am eternally
grateful.
Compared to giving birth no one tells you how hard establishing breastfeeding for the first time really is.
Charlotte was pretty well clued in on how to suck, but as a first time
mum I wasn't the best at attachment and it didn't take long for my
nipples to resemble mince meat. My milk came in on day three and it
wasn't long before my breasts were each the size of a decent rockmelon.
They were enormous, hot and painful. Each one was bigger than
Charlotte's head. It was absurd, she'd attach and milk would leak out
around her mouth and out her nose.
Each let down was painful and with nipples like mince meat attachment was agony.
I remember sitting on a chair and bracing my feet against Steven's so I
had something to push against in a silent scream from the pain of
attachment and let down. I kid you not. This lasted for at least a
week after my milk came in, I honestly don't remember now. I do know
that I considered giving up at this point. Out of determination I
persevered.
Possibly giving up crossed my mind at an earlier point, in that
newborn haze I don't actually remember. I do know that I had different
midwives on different shifts giving me different advice. I do distictly
remember one manhandling in a fairly rough way to get her point
across. Talk about lack of bedside manner.
We continued until Charlotte was 15 months old. I was kind of tricky feeding her around my 6 month pregnant belly. Breastfeeding is a good contraceptive, until, of course, it's not...and there is no telltale that your time is up until it is!
I remember my Nana telling me off for being pregnant and breastfeeding
and possibly not leaving enough for myself. It was important to me to
feed Charlotte past one, and despite a horrid case of Cryptosporidium
that left me with vomiting and diarrhea for 3 months during the second
trimester for pregnancy #2 we made it.
Like Charlotte, Lil was born with the newborn know how. My nipples
got a little bit red and raw from the newborn lack of technique but the
pain was over and done with pretty fast. I made sure that I had plenty of Charlotte friendly DVD's ready to go before feeding time.
I breastfed Lil until she was 18 months at which point I weaned her
because she was simply physically to big to feed comfortably.
Sebastian was born a total breastfeeding pro. He latched on
perfectly from the word go. He was a fast feeder and despite only ever
lasting around 5 minutes on each size he'd achieved a massive 10kg+ on
the scales by 6 months.
I was kind of prepared for weaning Sebastian when I had a weekend
away when he 15 months and kind of not...my milk was still there when I
came home so we continued morning and bedtime feeds until he was 21
months. After not weaning him I wasn't prepared to give up breastfeeding until we had decided one way or another to try for number four. Pretty much day we decided number four was a goer I cut him off.
Jasmine arrived and to be honest I remember very little of her being
newborn other than she slept alot. I also know that I would often fall
asleep feeding her when she woke during the night. I guess it is
something that happens when you have become so accustomed to
breastfeeding.
Feeding was never a great issue and we continued on until she was 18
months at which point I decided enough was enough and it was time to
have my body back. I didn't feel any of the sadness that I thought I
would. Six years spent breastfeeding, is after all, alot of years.
We aren't planning on going down the path of number five but there
isn't anything final to say that we definitely won't either. I am
immensely proud of the fact I persevered through the pain way back when
and breastfed my babies for as long as I did.
Off the top of my head here are a few things I learnt along the way:
- Establishing breastfeeding is HARD work
- Drink plenty of water, and you will get really hungry sometimes. Remember that you are still growing a baby.
- Learn to feed lying down. I wish I had learnt this technique 2 babies earlier, it is so much more comfortable relaxing.
- Watching one of your children 'breastfeeding' their baby along side
you completely unprompted is seriously one of the the most adorable
things ever.
- After birth with your third is a total bitch. The midwife told me so...and it was.
- Good lactation consultants are worth their weight in gold.
- Some people just can't breastfeed, don't beat yourself up about it.
Beat up the midwives when they treat you like less of a person, or call
me and I'll do it for you.
- It takes longer for your milk to come in after you have had a C
section, there are drugs they can give you to get things moving along.
Tatum xx