Every time I look at Archie’s chunky thighs, I feel so proud that each and every little roll was made by me! I also feel so incredibly blessed that our breastfeeding relationship has been easy so far.
I always planned on breastfeeding my babies. When I finally got married and started seriously thinking about having them, I found the common theme about breastfeeding to be “nobody told me how hard it would be”.
Everything I read was tales of breastfeeding woes that were either overcome, or given into. When I was pregnant, my mum and I had lunch with a friend who shared her memories of blood streaming down her torso, while she tried to feed her new baby, my mother nodded along, remembering her own issues, and I tried to hide how freaked out I was! That wasn’t the only horror story I heard, in fact, that’s all I heard!
I was so determined though, that I just accepted blood, excruciating pain, and all the other horrible things I’d been told to expect because I believed (and still do) that breastfeeding benefits are worth fighting for.
When Archer was finally born, and he latched on for the first time, I cried; not because it hurt, but because it was a moment that my soul had been longing for for my entire life, I was finally complete. I was waiting for the horror to start though.
My nipples did get a bit sore after a few feeds, but there was no blood or cracks, but I just thought it was still coming. Then we got home, still no drama, and I braced myself for the horror of my milk coming in. I got a bit hot, and my boobs were enormous and sore, but I didn’t feel like I was dying.
I started to actually worry that something was wrong, because nothing was wrong! haha I thought maybe I didn’t have enough milk, or maybe Archer wasn’t actually eating. I had no idea why it wasn’t horrible, and I worried because it wasn’t.
See, while so many people had told me, “no one told me how hard/painful/horrible/etc it would be”, no one told me that it didn’t have to be! I never heard a story that went like mine – baby ate, the end.
I am so aware of how lucky we are. I am so thankful to have such an easy and wonderful breastfeeding relationship with my son. I don’t want my story to seem like I’m bragging, or belittling women who struggle, I just want other women to hear what I never did, that it doesn’t have to be horrible, so that they don’t miss the joy waiting for the pain.
Alice is a Canadian born, American raised 23 year old, living in Australia. She’s an Australian Army Wife, a student, and a new mum to spectacular Archer. Her blog, Baby Beck is all about keeping their scattered friends and family updated on and documenting this amazing time in their lives.
I was happy to get this post up by Alice, because she’s right – it’s not often that you hear how easy breastfeeding is. For me, both of my babies “got it” right away…but I had the ‘typical’ soreness associated with most people’s breastfeeding experiences and the pain of engorgement, and even a little bought of mastitis with Ethan. Having absolutely no complications and worrying that that’s not normal? How rare! But also so important to note! Maybe I need to mark this down as a lesson and to tell other expecting moms! Thanks for sharing, Alice!
Was breastfeeding easier than you expected too?