Happy #worldbreastfeedingweek. This is Sadie’s favourite place to hang out while I’m feeding Wesley.
When Sadie was first born, I thought breastfeeding would be so easy. It wasn’t. We struggled. I cried. She cried. She lost weight. I wanted to give up. Nestle sent me bottles of formula that I kept in the cupboard, just in case. They tempted me every single day. Then, day by day, it got easier. I kept trying. I held her little hand every time and we figured it out together. By her first month, we had turned a corner and something clicked. She chunked up like a champ and I was one proud mom; so happy that I persevered.
When I became pregnant with Wesley, I marvelled at my body’s ability to grow a baby AND keep feeding my other baby. Sadie barely fit on my lap with my growing baby bump. I knew I needed a little break between babies so I reluctantly stopped when she turned 1. The last night I fed her was heartbreaking. I held her little hand, sang her songs through my tears… I couldn’t believe a whole year had passed. My baby, my girl… The first glimpse of independence, the first of many things in her life where she won’t need me anymore.
And 2 months later, Wesley was born. Now I hold him close. I explain to Sadie that he needs his milk and she nods and points at him and makes little sucking sounds. Then she tries to get as close as possible to both of us and rests her head on his head as he nurses.
Every Mom is different. I know Moms who tried to breastfeed but couldn’t… Moms who struggled and stopped, Moms who struggled and persevered. Moms who had to pump and feed with a bottle, Moms who had to supplement. Every Mom is amazing; every Mom does what’s right for her and her baby; every Mom has a story, and we should listen.