Incase you missed the prior post, look here.
As the last post stated, my first nursing expierence started out well.
After the first month, I had it all…..I was pumping out what Jack didn’t eat, he was eating with me like a champ, and taking bottles. Even when I went back to work, all was good. I was a lazy nurser. I only did it when I wanted to, and would ask Joe to help at night, then sleep through, and pump 18-22 oz. in the morning.
We had decided to go on vacation to Disney World, and this was the time they were making nursing mothers drink their own milk. I thought I was fine, we had a gigantic stock pile saved in the freezer, and it was time to quit.
I did this at 6 months. For me, big mistake. HUGE.
I rushed into it, and quitting sent me into a post partum sadness I hadn’t expected. It lasted a few months, and I swore when I had another baby I would nurse them until they went to college. (Not really:))
When Luke came along, we were only seperated after his c-section arrival for about 15 min. He also latched on like a champ, ate well, and life was bliss. I also manipulated “the ladies” and once again was making the dairy barn at the State fair look like a small farm with one cow….(does that even make sense)…. He too took bottles like a champ, and switched back & forth with ease (do you hate me yet?)
Around month #10 for Mr. L., he decided that Momma wasn’t cutting it. He refused to nurse. He cried, and wanted nothing to do with me. I tried. SEVERAL TIMES for at least 2 weeks. Then I gave up. Once again I was sad. Soooo soooo sad.
It was better then knowing I’d quit though. With Jack, our stock pile ran out a bit early, so he ended up getting some formula, but with Luke, he only ever had my milk. That made me feel less sad… like less of a quitter.
I realized after having Luke that all the insecurities I’d had about not delivering the regular way, were made up for the fact that I had decent nursing success.
Again, Joe was there, every step of the way. He’s been simply amazing.
The journey doesn’t end there though…. with Max I became even more OCD. (still am). look for a post on that soon.