Tuesday, 19 October 2010
But it wasn't easy for me with Minnie or Louis. I had attachment problems, cracked nipples, thrush, mastitis, pain and discomfort. But I am pig headed. I kept on going until it was right. I got help and kept on trying. Yes, there were nights that I cried throughout entire feeds but I kept on going. For about 6 weeks I was in terrible pain every time I fed Louis. But I just kept going. I am not after any accolades - it's just something that I really needed to get right.
I fed Minnie until she was 2 1/2 and I am so pleased I did. I know that some people think it's odd to feed a walking, talking, all-singing and all-dancing child. I guess before I had Minnie I thought it was perhaps 'unnecessary.' But of course once I had her that all changed. It didn't seem odd or strange at all. On one occasion I had to argue the benefits of extended breastfeeding to a (female) doctor. I don't think she got it.
Insurmountable feeding problems aside, I find it sad when I hear of women that go straight to formula, that don't try or don't ask for help. I am most definitely not having a go at women that are unable to breastfeed - I just wish the women that were able to feed would give it a go. And I won't get started on what I think about the clever brainwashing tactics of large companies that make artificial milk...
So I am lucky and pleased. So pleased that I can do this for my babies. So pleased that I get to share that special time, watching them fall asleep, little chubby fingers resting on my breast.