My saga with breastfeeding began when babycakes came into this world, and promptly fell asleep. I mean, I don't blame him. It was hard work. He was so sleepy. But he then decided to try to sleep for 3 days, making me have to work really hard to learn to feed him, make milk, and heal up, all with nurses chastising me all the time. I mean, where to those nurses get off?? I had one snooty nurse tell me that I was required to write down how long I had nursed, the time it was, how he reacted, how it felt, and other assorted details. I think I pissed her off when my answer was, "Yeah, sure, as soon as I find the will to do that, I'll get right on it." Not gonna happen, lady. I was so tired. I didn't even know what day it was. How was I supposed to do all of that??
|He was finally getting the hang of it here!|
When I got home, it was a whole new ball game. I got chapped nipples. I had a massive oversupply. I was hugely swollen. I would have really painful letdown. Every time I went to nurse, I felt like giant hot marbles were rolling down my armpits and out my nipples. I would sit hunched over my suckling babe and cry silently, my toes curled in agony. I remember Hubby just patting my hand, telling me I was doing a great job feeding our son. I think that was the only thing keeping me focused. I was feeding my son.
|The good old days.|
And then the teeth came.
When my son got his first tooth, I felt it immediately. He got 2 top teeth first, and it was like a shard of glass sawing at me. I felt like I was being catapulted back to the days of cringing all the time. It took a few weeks, but I seemed to overcome the pain. It wasn't great, but it wasn't horrible either. Then 2 more teeth came in. Then 3 more. It took about a month to overcome the pain of 7 teeth. I was just starting to think, "I think I can do this! Maybe I can nurse a toddler!" And then the 1 yr molars came in. And now I want to die.
|I'm kinda beyond caring who sees the boobies now. Sorry, everyone.|
I feel like when you become a parent, you learn that while pain can be tough, it is totally something you can live through. You learn to live with burning arm pain while toting a baby and grocery bags around. You muscle through cramps in your back from side-lying with a tiny one, soothing them to sleep. Your breasts might feel like hot pokers are singing them off, and yet the fact that your child is healthy and growing is more important, and so the pain goes on the back burner of your mind. Yes, you need to complain about it a bit. (Otherwise you head will explode with the immense task of being a parent.) But you can and will survive. It's gonna hurt, no matter what. But deep down, you're gonna love. it.
|Should I keep it up?|
Feel free to drop me hints, suggestions or tips about weaning and breastfeeding a toddler. I love to hear about other experiences.