Boobie Adventure

To mark the end of International Breastfeeding Week, here is the only picture I could find of my epic boobie journey with my two boobie junkies ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŒบ.

I breastfed Albert until he was nearly three and had to literally prise him away as it was getting too much for me, during the day,in the end!! I can honestly say it was the single hardest skill Iโ€™ve ever tried to master and therefore totally understand if you decided against it or found it just too heartbreakingly hard. Months and months of crying on both our parts with Albert especially and, with my eldest, whoโ€™s now 6, we started right from the word go by topping up with formula as I just couldnโ€™t ever seem to make enough. I know this seems crazy now. And then she breastfed until nearly 2 when I fell pregnant again and it felt weird. I didnโ€™t know then that you could just carry on breastfeeding or that the WHO advocates feeding until 2 and beyond…

I didnโ€™t know then that there were such things as doulas or IBCLCs to help you but, I was able to occasionally get along to the Babycafe in Diss when it used to run.

I always remember Ruth showing me how to co-sleep and breastfeed but I just wasnโ€™t able to do this at the time as my partner wasnโ€™t in agreement on co-sleeping and the midwives told me it was an unsafe practice. I thought it all sounded so radical. So much has changed in the past four or five years ๐Ÿ˜‚ for the better.

I remember thinking oh how easy it would be the second time around as Iโ€™d finally managed to crack it the first time after being introduced (albeit it cloak and dagger tactics) to nipple shields as my nipples were too flat for baby!

Nobody ever bloody well tells you how hard itโ€™s going to be! My mum appeared to effortlessly do it with us three forty or so years ago so, you just assume that itโ€™s all going to be the most natural thing in the world to be able to do! Honestly no one told me it would be so dammed hard.

Night after night, day after day, hour upon hour he would just cry!!! Only one boobie would he accept as well, meaning a rugby carry for the other one had to be mastered ๐Ÿ˜œ. I only recalled this today after speaking to another mum at a sling workshop.

And then you wonder why so many of us have PND!

And then, when they finally got it, everyone told you it was time to give up! Yep, your baby was a year old so maybe it was time to stop? I felt pressured from all areas, family and loved ones. The โ€˜oh youโ€™re still feeding are you?โ€™ comments and the, โ€˜he doesnโ€™t need it now heโ€™s one,โ€™ advice.

Anyway, the end of my boobing adventure but I will always have an ear if you or anybody else should need to vent about your journey! Through it all though, I loved that closeness ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ

We have two breastfeeding peer supporters in our group if you need help ๐Ÿ’œ #internationalbreastfeedingweek

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