Baby Love
After the joy of seeing my daughter for the first time, the motherhood learning curve began. Having had a c-section, moving, holding my daughter and attempting to breastfeed was more than a bit challenging. The whole breastfeeding experience was a humbling eye opener. In my wildest dreams I never imagined that the "most natural thing in the world" could be so stressful and difficult. My boobs were grabbed, molested, shoved, tweaked and tortured and all the while my poor newborn daughter screamed and stressed and none of it was the "most natural thing in the world". Suffice it to say, we failed at breastfeeding. I hadn't planned on this (EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED). My husband had to brave the aisles of Boots to find formula, bottles and a steriliser. I know I wasn't a failure but it certainly felt like it.
Due to the struggle with breastfeeding, my Little Miss didn't eat for the first 2 days of her life. I was pressured and pressured to persevere with the breastfeeding and it wasn't until Little Miss became a bit jittery and they decided to test her blood sugar (which was ok - she just needed to eat!) that I began to realise that we needed to do something for her and that something wasn't going to come from my boobs. At a particularly low moment on the ward, late at night, I shuffled to the midwife desk where several of them were gathered. I held my daughter and stared at them and said "I don't know what to do!". One of the kindly midwives came to me, put her arm around me and said "Do you want me to give you permission to bottle feed your daughter?". I did ... I needed someone to finally tell me that it was OK!
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