"I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold"
As I am closer to the end of my breastfeeding journey, I feel a sense of sadness for my journey breastfeeding. 😫 I remember being at the hospital and the nurse came in to my crying baby and asking how long ago I had fed him and I told her that I had just finished 15 minutes ago and she told me to feed him again. That I had to feed him every 1 to 3 hours max. It was 2 or 3 am, I was tired, baby had been on each breast for 20 minutes each and I was in disbelief. I remember crying when she left. Perhaps it was ignorance, perhaps it was simply being misinformed as a first time mom. All I know is I wish someone had shared that knowledge with me. You don't count feeding time from the time you finish but the moment you start. There is also the reminder of the day my milk came in and my breasts were engorged. I remember it was a Saturday night, we had just been released from the hospital that afternoon and nobody told me that clumps of milk would build up and cause me pain. It was midnight and there I was half naked with a towel massaging my breasts trying to call nurses, lactation consultants, until my mom suggested a hot shower and took me to buy my first pump at Target the next day. Sometimes getting comments like "just give him the boob" or looks of disapproval for bottle feeding him. I can go on and on on my struggles as a mom with an oversupply. Yes it's a blessing knowing you have enough to feed your baby but sometimes you don't always have to follow the norm. It's okay to do whatever works for you. Because of these struggles, I had to exclusively pump and that's okay. A fed baby is best. ❤ #worldbreastfeedingweek![]()
