My heart is heavy as I write my last Breastfeeding Diaries post. I have loved chronicling my breastfeeding journey with my now 6-½ month old son. It's been so cathartic to write about my previous breastfeeding attempts with my older children and my highs and lows with my newest child. I have changed as a person due to it -- I've learned to trust my body and know my success could possibly inspire another mother who may have had a rocky time breastfeeding their first (and subsequent) children.
I got my third chance when Skylar was born this past August and I've worked hard to get to where we are. I've dealt with super sore and blistered nipples (yes, even recently), poor latch in the beginning, low milk supply, but I did it! I did everything in my power to be able to nurse my child -- I downed my favorite nursing tea, ate oatmeal, drank liquids, took fenugreek and other herbal supplements, pumped and nursed on demand to make more milk. And it has been all worth it. Besides nourishment, breastfeeding has been such an amazing way to bond with my gorgeous, red-haired, dimpled, blue-eyed baby.
Blogging has been a great way to voice my struggles and champion my successes with nursing. I love reading comments from other moms, who identified not being able to complete a nursing journey in the past, but being able to make it happen with their next child. When I was pregnant and a new mom for the first time, I never had this support (on- or offline) and I am so grateful to be able to publicly discuss my highs and lows, if just to show other mothers that they can struggle and still keep going. I think we would still be doing well nursing-wise if I wasn't doing this blog, but blogging about it as made it so much more real, plus the feedback from other moms has been so inspiring.
My favorite post is about when Skylar got his first cold at 4 ½ months. My pediatrician told me not to nurse, but to pump and give him a bottle. Since I knew I wouldn't get enough milk if I exclusively pumped, I am so glad I didn't listen -– it just didn't sound like it was the best advice for me. She meant well, but it would have derailed our nursing experience, plus nursing was the only thing that was so comforting to him. So I kept nursing and it was fine. Writing that post after his cold was cathartic, because I followed my own instincts and made the best decision for me.
I love reading comments from other moms, who identified with me, a mom who didn’t have success with our first children. When I was pregnant and a new mom for the first time, I never had this support (online and offline) and I am so grateful to be able to publicly discuss my highs and lows, if just to show other mothers that they can struggle and still keep going. I think we would still be doing well nursing-wise if I wasn’t doing this blog, but blogging has been so uplifting and liberatiing. I’m grateful to Bravado Designs for letting me share my voice.