Can we talk about breastfeeding?
I want to talk about it now because my days of breastfeeding are disappearing before my very eyes and I am so bummed about it!
Interestingly enough before I had the twins I was not convinced breastfeeding was going to be “our thing”. During the first week in the hospital, we were instructed to supplement with formula to help weight gain and this was my excuse to not deal with the breastfeeding challenges I had heard so much about.
This is the one area I am so glad I had wiser moms in my corner pushing and reminding me how great breastfeeding really is (for the babies and me). It didn’t take long before all the pumping, bottle washing and formula prepping got old.
I admit, I tend to want to give up when things get tough and for me, breastfeeding hurt. I still can remember that shooting pain that would make my toes curl. Thankfully, I have the best support system in life and it was enough to get me to the day it all changed. I still remember which conversation was the game changer. She said, “we tell our moms in the NICU to cup their breast so it’s the shape of a sandwich so the preemies can get enough of the areola in their tiny mouth”, said my NICU nurse friend. And just like that, it didn’t hurt anymore. Now no promises if you are having the same trouble I did, but just in case it is the game changer for you like it was for me,…………………………………..you’re welcome.
Just like that I was a breastfeeding mom.
Breastfeeding truly is this beautiful thing and I swear that stuff is liquid gold. There is something so humbling and amazing about the body that allows us to feed a baby, or two. For us, I would breastfeed all day, but formula feed before bedtime. Although I would try to breastfeed and be their only supply, it seemed like I was fighting a loosing battle and by the end of the day, they needed a larger meal. Not to mention, this seemed to help the babies sleep and mom and dad were loving the extra sleep.
Sadly, here I am at 5 months postpartum and my supply is down to a small feeding early mornings. I blame work. When I started back to work, my 12 hour shifts proved to be too long away from my sweet babes. I would pump, but it just wasnt enough. All too fast, the supply has dwindled and I can feel the end is near. It really is amazing going from a place where I didn’t think I wanted to breastfeed to now wishing it would last just a little longer.
But Hattie and Hazel are as healthy as can be and they are a product of formula and breast milk. I’m so thankful for my support system that helped me see it through and for the time I did get to share with my babes while it has lasted.
p.s. don’t give up, it’s worth it.