Our first son just had his first birthday. What a weird thing to think! Little man has been the easiest baby, and his personality is so enjoyable. Matt and I are really lucky to have this kid. I’m glad we’ve managed to keep him alive for a whole year!
Since our life has been a little everywhere, I have hardly been able to touch ye olde blog, so unfortunately I haven’t been able to write much about how this first year of
parenting surviving has gone.
Something I was really passionate about doing pre-having-a-child was breastfeeding. My goal was to make it to a year, and we did it! Here’s the best way I can sum up and the ups and downs…
1. So, at first, you imagine having this sweet little toothless baby sucking the teat. All the books and articles you’ve read say that nursing shouldn’t hurt.. You assume he’ll be all cuddly, you’ll be all cozy in your robe, then he’ll latch on and you’ll keep enjoying your Netflix binge.
This did not happen.
This is what felt like was latching on to my nip:
Those first 30 seconds of latching on were almost worse than the whole natural birth itself. It only took me and my fair skin about 4 weeks to get past this stage. (BTW we saw lactation consultants and they said he had a good latch, but agreed that I had very soft fair skin that needed to toughen up. yay.)
2. And the next worst part… when your milk comes in. My dear goodness gracious! I felt like I was walking around with two big bowling balls on my chest that put on a better show than a fancy hotel fountain in Las Vegas. Re-usable cloth nursing pads could not contain the flooding that occurred.
3. BUT, we did eventually hit a groove. The latching on became normal, my milk finally found a balance, and all was well in nursing land. I came to love me a milk drunk baby.
4. There were moments when it felt like he was nursing ALL the time, and I may have wanted to hide under the covers so he couldn’t smell me…
I don’t think I’m the first mother to hide to from her child.
Worry not, little chunky man would get his food, but the back of my mind was thinking:
5. Can we talk about this groove thing again? Fo’ real, you hit a groove that makes you feel about as talented as an aborigines woman balancing a pot of water on her head while feeding all the tribal children (or for the more suburban woman, getting that downward dog flow while baby happily nurses).
6. Then, when your baby becomes more mobile, forget about you doing yoga, nursing is basically:
7. Around 10 months or so, Silas reached this glorious point of night nursing: baby wakes circa 2am to nurse, momma wakes up to get him latched on, momma falls back asleep, momma wakes up and checks the clock – lo and behold 2 hours later little man is STILL NURSING. This is when I knew we had to start working on getting him in his crib for most of the night and mostly AWAY FROM ME.
Silas nursed for the last time about a week ago without us realizing it would be his last. As eager and excited as I was to have my space back, it really has been an emotional ride. The bond you gain between you and your baby when nursing is real, and I’ll always remember how special it was to nurse our first son.
Linking up with Kelly on this fine Friday :)