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Breastfeeding and my all too intimate relationship with my pump!

I learned right away that “breast is best.”

Breastfeeding a child is a lot of work and it takes a lot of time and dedication. And why not? It has so many benefits that I am not going to get into because its obvious. I wanted to breastfeed my little parasite when I found out I was having it. (That parasite turned out to be a bouncing baby boy. He is my favorite little man and I love him even though the last post I wrote when I was pregnant, I might add, would suggest otherwise).

I did the research all day everyday. Every night, before bed, I would read blogs, do research, found books because I knew no matter what happened, I was going to educate myself. I refused to give up. This was happening. This baby was going to get the boob and dammit, he was going to love it.

Well, he came and of course he loved it. Baby M latched the moment I gave birth to him. The moment they handed him to me, he slithered his little body up to my breast and latched on. It was magical and amazing. I felt like an awesome mom.

I know this doesn’t happen to everyone and I am not trying to offend anyone whose babies didn’t latch on right away. Some babies need some help and it can take a few tries. For some, it can take a few weeks, but the point is, don’t give up. It will happen. Patience and perseverance is the key.

Baby M might have latched on right away, but it didn’t mean that we were in the clear. We hit our hard days. Those days came by fast. My milk didn’t come in right away and my poor little man cried and cried. He cried for over 3 hours straight the first night I brought him home. My milk didn’t come out fast enough and I didn’t produce enough at first. But when my milk did come in, finally, we were happy again.

Breastfeeding soon became a norm in our house. After the engorgement and a few stints with the clogged ducts, I thought it was pretty easy. I have become so comfortable with it, that I would whip my boobs out no matter who was in the room or where I was when I was out. When Baby M was hungry, he obviously had to eat and I was not going to make him wait. He gets some serious “hangry” fits.

Now if you know me, you know I am a huge planner. I plan as much as I can and do whatever it takes to make sure it goes my way. I am kind of a freak about it. Well I was so worried about breastfeeding and making sure that Baby M had enough milk that I practically had this really twisted relationship with my breast pump.

Now I am guessing you want me to clarify.

I was practically attached to my pump. I thought that my son would wean himself too early or that I would give up, so as my back up plan, I pumped milk and boy did I go overboard. I planned my day around my pump schedule and Baby M’s eating schedule. He was a little harder to predict. Babies do not eat on a schedule, they eat when they are hungry and with their tiny stomachs, it happened at random times. Now some moms will beg to differ, but my son ate on demand.

I would pump for 15 minutes 6Xs a day. Yes, do the math. Thats a lot of time to be attached to my pump. I would wake up in the middle of the night and pump milk when I should of been sleeping because I was always worried that I didnt have enough milk to feed my little man. Needless to say, that got old really fast after a month.

I kept trying to quit, but I got it stuck in my brain that I shouldn’t because it would have been selfish of me. So instead of quitting, I complained about it. I hated my pump but I just wouldn’t stop. It was seriously draining. I do not know how I would have done it, if I had to work. Thats not a can of worms I want to think about. I would have probably lost my mind.

My pump and I had this really intimate relationship. I took it everywhere with me. I had to have it by my side. It was sickening. It was like the controlling boyfriend that mentally abused you, but you couldn’t walk away from the relationship because it would have devastated you. It was toxic. To think, I did all this put up with all of this because I was AFRAID that I would give up breastfeeding or my little man refused to nurse or wean. These things often made me crazy just thinking about it. The hormones from breastfeeding controlled my life.

Now here we are 9.5 months later, and I am still breastfeeding, but I have slowly started to wean myself from the pump. My son now has teeth and with his biting, I often want to quit, but I cant. I feel selfish and I want my son to be a healthy baby boy. Formula isn’t bad either and that fine. I know there are women out there that would have done anything to be able to breastfeed and I shouldn’t take it for granted. It has been an amazing experience. I had hard days but in the end, that time spent with my son was wonderful. We have an unbreakable bond from it. It was our time.

Now with my pump, that relationship is pretty much over. Once I discovered that my chest freezer was getting obnoxious, I knew it needed to end. Pumping is a lot of work. I could literally write a manual called confessions of a pumper and it would probably sound psychotic because it was. I had good intentions for why I started in the first place, but it was misguided by fear. Fear that I should not have had in the first place. But I accept that and now I am OK.

Time will only tell how long I last. Breastfeeding after all is still a sacrifice. After all your baby gets everything momma eats, and I pretty much still eat whatever I want, but I have to keep in mind what is going in.

This has made me all kinds of crazy, but in the end I would not give it up for anything.


Pregnancy glow: Fact or Myth

Having a child is supposed to be a joyous time in anyone’s life. Personally, to me, it is. I had an amazing first pregnancy, and I loved every minute of it. My second, however, I would beg to differ and I would love this little parasite to end the torture that it is currently inflicting on my body.

Now, pregnancy has its ups and its downs. For some, they feel wonderful and look amazing. Like those women you see on the cover of pregnancy magazines. They have that pregnancy “glow” that women look for when they become pregnant, but what is this “glow” everyone desperately seeks?

The “glow” is the radiant, beautiful appearance that pregnant women apparently project. I have heard it more than once. “Awe, you are absolutely glowing,” is one of the more famous lines I have heard thus far by multiple people. And yet, I look in the mirror and see me. Same old me. Was I “glowing” before I was pregnant? I sure hope not. I don’t feel any more beautiful than I did before my husband lovingly knocked me up. Or so he likes to phrase it that way.

I can see at times what people are talking about. The pregnancy hormones have done some wonders to my body. My skin tone has evened out more, my hair is more soft and beautiful even after not showering for a couple of days, my nails are gorgeous (and I normally hate my nails), and boy has my body changed a lot more than my first pregnancy. Yes, I am putting on the baby weight in all the right places and my boobs went from being a good handful to breaking my bra seams. I will admit that I do feel gorgeous, beautiful, etc at times, but lets face the facts here, there is no way that feeling lasts forever let alone all day.

Bottom line is, getting morning sickness fucking blows. This is all part of the “glow.” Yes, there are women who bypass this altogether, and for those lucky bitches, fuck you. But there is nothing beautiful about throwing up at random times over stupid things.  There is nothing amazing about eating certain items that the little parasite is requesting, and even at times, I can barely keep that down. Some of these odd craving combinations are extremely gross, but my taste buds will deceive me completely and I will think its the best food ever! I still can’t believe that this blueberry size virus is controlling my whole body. (I can’t decide whether to call my baby a parasite or a virus, therefore, I will refer to the baby as both).  And even though my breasts have become fuller and much larger, there is no point when I can barely allow my husband to touch me because they hurt and or too sensitive. Yes, it’s there for the little parasite to enjoy after it is born. I get it. I know most of this disgusting feelings eventually passes after the first trimester, but in the end it’s what the baby wants.

Pregnancy obviously affects everyone differently. Like I said, my first one was spectacular. I was like a pregnancy unicorn. It was full of rainbows and happiness. Or maybe I felt that way because it was my first child. Who knows.

The “glow” has its good days and bad days. I am not going to tell you if its fact or myth. Every pregnant women can decide on her own whether or not she has the “glow.”

At times, I feel absolutely gorgeous and nothing or no one will tell me otherwise. I look at myself and I am super excited to be pregnant again. Plus, my husband does so much of the heavy lifting in my life and makes it easy. He can at times be over-attentive, overprotective and treats me like glass, but I get it, I am carrying his child and he has no grounds to complain. Like I would let him anyways, otherwise I would probably eat his face off then the baby would force me to throw it up. I am after all sacrificing my whole body for this.

Then there are days where I am exhausted, tired, nauseous, and I feel utterly disgusting and wish I could take back ever reconsidering having another baby. I was stupid enough to think that my second time would be as simple as my first. Well, it’s not. I just have to ride out the storm.

I know that once the baby arrives, I will be extremely happy and all this up and down torture will be worth it. I love being a mom. It’s the best job in the whole world. I had one child for 7.5 years to myself and I am finally ready for another one. I cant wait to meet my little one and although I still have a lot time left, some of the fun stuff is starting to begin.

My husband and I are having a blast picking out baby names, designing potential nurseries, and shopping for some baby odds and ends. I guess the “glow” comes when I am at my happiest. I feel such joy and love when I bring up my pregnancy to total strangers or when they ask how far along I am. I can see how I light up about it. Glow even. But the moment they ask about the horrendous side effects of pregnancy is when that feeling disappears. So if people could avoid that subject of morning sickness and crazy weird cravings that disgust normal non-pregnant people, I guess every pregnant women could experience the “glow.”