If you asked some of my closet friends what my love language is they would say giving gifts. I love getting my friends and family the perfect gift or finding the perfect party favor for an event. I love it so much that I have a tendency to go overboard. My
husband rolls his eyes at me is totally supportive. And what would be my least favorite way to show and receive love? Physical touch. I have never been a touchy, feely type of person, and therefore, have perfected the side hug. For this reason (and a few more), I never enjoyed breastfeeding.
I am a pretty private person so nursing in public was just NOT an option for me. Could.not.do.it. Therefore, I was confined to private places for round the clock nursing sessions. I totally understand this was my own insecurity. I admire those of you who can nurse under any and all circumstances. That just wasn’t for me.
My son would NOT take a bottle. Being a first-time mom, I was dead set on following all the rules. So no bottle or pacifier for my kiddo until he was three weeks old. When we reached that milestone, he was given a bottle, which he took with no problem. I was still nursing, so he wouldn’t need bottles, right WRONG!! I totally dropped the ball in thinking that if he took a bottle once he would take it again. Despite maximum efforts by myself and my husband, dreams of taking a bottle were dashed.
I never felt that sweet bond while nursing, partly because I am not a physical touch kind of person and partly because I just didn’t enjoy it. Is that strange? I know that I love my son with all my heart despite the fact that I never enjoyed nursing him. I also know the majority of moms who breastfeed do have those wonderful bonding feelings and even go on to nurse for a long time. More power to you, momma! I just never felt it and neither did my son (I think). By the time he was seven months old, the last thing he wanted to do was lay in my arms and eat. He was far too busy for that, and feeding time became such a battle.
The best thing about breastfeeding for me was the day we stopped. I remember it so vividly because it was 100 percent planned. Leading up to the day, I researched sippy cups and formula like you wouldn’t believe. We practiced both until I was confident that my son could tolerate them well. And then . . . DONE! It happened to be my birthday, and my son turned nine months old. Praise God! I will never forget it.
Would I breastfeed again? If I was ever lucky enough to have another child, then yes, I would nurse again. But I would do things much differently. I would throw out the rule book and do what was most comfortable for me. There would be bottle sessions every.single.day! And I would introduce formula early so we would know which one was tolerated well. Sure, “Breast is Best,” but this momma’s sanity is extremely important too.
How was your breastfeeding experience? Love it? Hate it? Would you do it again?