I knew it was coming. I tried to prepare myself for it, but it was no use. In another week, I am hoping I won't be going "Ow, ow, ow!"
What am I talking about? Breastfeeding, of course!
It was the same with the first three babies and I expected it with this one. The initial pain of the baby latching on for the first 5 -10 seconds and then it's over and no pain afterwards. After about 2 weeks, it no longer hurts when the baby latches on, it's just in the beginning, when the poor nipples are tender from repeated nursing.
I gotta tell ya, though, this baby can suck! I am actually cringing when I know he is about to latch on and I have to give my boobs a pep talk! "It's gonna be fine-- just a little pain for about 5 seconds and then it's all over. Another week and you nipples are going to be tough!"
I had a moment when I was sitting down, getting ready to nurse the baby, and I had the boob out. Hubby put the baby in my lap and he latched on before I was ready! Aughh!! Ow ow ow!!
Tender boobies are serious business! When the girls hurt, I get snappy! I walk softly so I don't jiggle 'em, too much, but I am a total sourpuss and I am ashamed to say, I take it out on the Hubby and the kids. They get the brunt of my snappiness.
I am happy to say, that now, the girls have toughened up and it's not quite so painful when he first latches on. Now it's about 2-5 seconds of "Ow!" and then I settle down and nurse to his heart's content. It's all worth it, to endure a little discomfort and tenderness to know that my child is getting his nourishment from me and that it will help him grow big and strong.
I breastfed Oldest until she was nearly 2, even after Middle came along when she was 18 months old. Middle nursed until she was about 18 months and Youngest was the shortest, at less than a year, because she wanted to drink what her big sisters were drinking. I tried to get her to nurse, but she would turn away from me and push the boobs away. I was heartbroken, but I did nurse her and she did thrive and grow big and strong. I plan to do the same for this baby, to breastfeed as long as I can, as long as he wants it.
There is something empowering about seeing your baby grow bigger and knowing it was all from your milk alone. To know that they are healthy and developing. I don't hold it against anyone that doesn't breastfeed and chooses to use formula instead. I was a formula fed child and I grew up just as strong and healthy as any other kid did. To each his own, and this is what I've chosen.