These little packets came in the mail today, and even though I’m nursing my baby, these are totally going in my diaper bag, along with an empty bottle! You never know…
Full disclosure: I hate almost everything about breastfeeding but the price tag and, of course, the health benefits. This is the second child I’ve nursed. I have no judgement at all on moms that formula feed!
Why do I hate it? Every lactation consultant will tell you it’s not supposed to hurt, but it just does, at least at first. Then it gets a little better for a while. Then you face the perilous biting stage…
And, yes, it’s every woman’s right to feed their infant wherever and whenever they choose, but I don’t like making people feel uncomfortable. Not to mention, my chest is at that size where it’s just awkward to nurse a squirmer without a cozy chair and a Boppy pillow.
Then there’s pumping. Few things feel more dehumanizing to me than hooking myself up like an industrial milk cow!
But, as much as I hate breastfeeding, I adore the pudgy little punkin’ that’s sleeping in the next room. It would break my heart to see him suffer any sort of ailment that may have been prevented through nature’s nourishment. Like generations and generations of moms before me, I’ll endure the inconvenience for these first twelve months.
And, if all else fails, I’ll just try to stay close to my comfy rocking chair and my Boppy as much as possible.