When my daughter was born 3 1/2 years ago, there was no question that I would nurse exclusively. My mother did, my MIL did, and I didn't "try" to nurse...I expected to. I was a little worried, because my nipples have always been very, very sensitive, and more than one S.O. had gotten whacked for messing with them when I wasn't in the mood. I was afraid that might be a problem.
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Well, my milk came in fine and my baby latched fine and grew fine and nursed a TON. But yes, it was a problem. For the first month the sensation was so incredibly unpleasant--I would get shooting stabbing itches--the kind where you have to scratch NOW--until I scratched my breasts raw just to get through nursing her. It finally settled down, but I never enjoyed nursing and when I was short on patience to begin with, it was downright irritating. I got used to it, though, and my daughter nursed 'til she was three before she had a bit of a slowdown and, because at that point I was pregnant again and finding nursing basically unbearable, I cut her off over the course of a couple of (for me, hellish) weeks. She didn't object as strongly as I'd feared, though we had occasional crying for a few months afterwards....just a little every couple of weeks. And I swear, I never finished bonding until after she weaned. I had a terrible time bonding with her in the first place--because of the unpleasant, tension-producing experience of nursing? I can't know--and not until after she weaned did we ever share anything I could think of as "snuggles". So much tension drained out of me after she stopped that I was blown away. I cried a lot for all the anger and irritation I'd hardly even known I had until it was gone. When she woke up at night, my first thought was "but who cares? She won't nurse!" We cuddled for the first time. For the first time I felt like she wanted ME and not my boobs.
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Now, as my due date approaches, Evelyn occasionally asks if there's milk in my boobs again. She clearly has decided that we stopped nursing because I ran out of milk (though I never had supply problems in the slightest and never pretended to) and is eagerly anticipating Baby Brother's advent so that they can nurse together. After five months!
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I want to love the idea of holding my new, sweet baby to my breast and nurturing him. I even want to love imagining Evelyn and her brother snuggling each other and sharing time and space and Mama's love as they nurse, even if only for a time or two while Evelyn explores the idea and doesn't feel excluded. Instead, it makes my skin crawl and the only reason I'm not dreading it all the time is that I've shoved it down deep and try not to think of it at all. I've never heard of another mom with a similar experience. I've never heard anything that sounded like a potential solution.
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Please, anyone? Anything?










