ddcc.... I really, really, really, wasn't looking forward to breastfeeding. I thought it was just too much giving-- after having carried this child around 24/7 in my womb, I was expected to have it hanging off of me for the next year? I honestly was talked into trying it by my husband and mdc. My mom nursed briefly, so I did have that support, but I have no memories of her nursing, and no one talks about it in my family.
I had a crummy birth and a real tough time starting to breastfeed-- not pain, but technique. My son had no instinct for nursing/latching etc. I had an amazing LC, husband, and my mom even was in my corner, and by 6 weeks or so, it was smooth sailing.
I can honestly say now that breastfeeding had such a positive effect on my relationship with my child. Even after such a disastrous birth, I was able to bond with him in this special way.I couldn't walk, change a diaper, swaddle or bathe him, without help and a lot of pain so other people ended up doing that stuff. But nursing! Nursing (even when I needed help) was something that only I could do. It meant so much to me those first few weeks.
I also (and I have no research to back this up) believe that breastfeeding kept ppd away (for me). I had suffered from depression and anxiety pre-pregnancy but it peaked during pregnancy, and I was dreading post partum depression. BF for some reason, had such a calming effect on me that during nursing session I could almost drift off to sleep. My son would be quiet or sleeping while eating, and I could just veg out on the couch.
Once I went back to work, I loved coming home to my son's excited face and taking the time to flop on the couch and nurse for a bit before starting up on chores. Around that same time I learned to nurse sidelying and was able to basically sleep through the night (and so could my husband!)
I also enjoyed the breaks I got... If I was visiting my IL's, both DS and I could get a break from them because he needed to nurse. If I wanted to hang out, I could nurse discretely in front of whomever. I had an excuse 4,5,6 times a day just to put my feet up for a while.
My son weaned a few weeks ago when my milk changed due to pregnancy. He won't latch, so we are exclusively bottle feeding. Here is the big myth about nursing that you hardly ever hear. I
t's better for the mom. Feeding now is stressful and rushed. I have to go downstairs to make a bottle for my son in the middle of the night or even during the day. My poor little one has to wait screaming and hungry because we miscalculated how hungry he was. If we put too much in the bottle, he pukes (all over me) because he can't control the flow.
Neither of us can get a good nights sleep. My dear husband now does all the night duty, sleeping with my son in another room. Great for me, right? Not so much-- I still wake up if DH needs to make a bottle, because DS is screaming his head off. Hubby is so tired all the time (since night wakings last 10-20 minutes, and we can't sleep through them anymore) that I feel guilty asking for massages, and he's a zombie half the time.
We recently were out shopping, and wanted to go out for an unexpected dinner. Previously, I would have just nursed him in the car, and gone out for dinner, but now we were in a panic. We didn't bring enough food for my son to last the extra few hours. We ended up not going.
I'm hoping when the new baby comes, that my son might start up nursing again. Yes, there a nutritional benefits; but I'm also thinking it might be a nice break.
Nurse... it's one of the most selfish things that you can do for yourself as a new mom
