Last week, we asked our Facebook community to send in their stories about their breastfeeding experiences, for us to post on this blog. All the stories we’ve received are wonderful, and we hope you’ll continue to send them in (details at the bottom of this post)*
To begin our real life stories from breastfeeding mums, there is no better way than with our very own Lucia – the breastfeeding mum of two who is part of the team behind the Facebook, YouTube and Twitter communities for the national breastfeeding campaign.
“I remember coming home with my first baby boy, Mihai: he was three days old, and my milk hadn’t come in yet. I was kind of terrified.
I remember waking up the next morning with two stones instead of breasts and hurrying my husband to go and buy a breast pump. Quick! It hurts! A breast pump that I didn’t need to use: my baby happily solved the problem. When I returned to work, I painfully expressed milk but Mihai wouldn’t take the bottle, so we had to do crazy things to keep up feeding: my father baby-sitting him in a park near my job, day by day, so I could come and nurse him; me rushing home in my lunch break to breastfeed, and back to work, and home, and work, and home; feeding him 200ml with a little spoon, half of the “best thing in the world” running down his clothes.
I remember getting A+ at my Maori AUT paper; my secret was revising the material every three hours while breastfeeding.
I remember trying to cope with broken sleep, and my easy excuse: breastfeeding brain. And I will never forget all the nice looks, all the nice words, the glass of water coming NOW, my mother in law’s happiness when I was breastfeeding her mokopuna.
I remember really really looking forward to breastfeeding my second baby boy, Alex, and to my surprise things developed differently. I couldn’t read anymore, my eyes were just shutting down. A worry I never thought I would experience: do I have enough milk supply? Guilt when seeing Mihai’s big brown beautiful eyes cloudy because he could not join in that special thing I was sharing with his brother. And a resolve: we both breastfed his trains. And Bob the builder. And Kung Fu Panda. And Toy Story; they were all breastfed, breastfeeding is a way of life!
There were, there are, of course things I don’t want to remember: we all have a huge list here, I’m sure. Pain, infections, soaked bras, restricted medication when sick, not being able to have that glass of unbelievably craved wine. My husband’s jealousy. My family’s misunderstanding. Incredible tiredness.
They all fade under the memories of my babies’ knowing eyes: my mother’s breast – that’s the safest place in the world.”
*If you’d like to share your breastfeeding story with us, please email it to firstname.lastname@example.org – here’s the rules: try to keep it to approximately 150 words or less, and to one topic (i.e., the first feeds, latching issues and how you overcame them, your tips and tricks for new mums based on your experiences, combining breastfeeding and working, problems such as mastitis/thrush and how you overcame them – and any positive stories and funny ones too!) Feel free to send in more than one story if you have had experiences in more than one topic which you’d like to share! We will use your first name when posting stories unless you specify you want to remain anonymous. We may edit your story to cut down word count or do grammar/spelling checks. We can’t guarantee that every story will feature on the blog, and we will use the stories over the next few months so please bear with us if you don’t see yours up straight away. Kia ora!