It was sometime around 3:00pm, if I’m remembering right, and we were sitting down to feed again. Those early months are still hazy, but I’m almost sure it was afternoon because the sun shined warm and golden through the nursery window. My baby was rooting and beginning to fuss, and I was dreading the next hour and a half…I kept thinking (and being told) that we would overcome our breastfeeding challenges…
Read MoreDo you know how I ended up feeding my baby? I nestled him against my body and ran my finger over his eyelashes. I studied the movement of his squishy cheeks and wrinkled nose. I took mental snapshots of his fingers and toes, knowing they would be bigger than mine in no time at all. I caressed the top of his head with my hand. I watched as he closed his eyes in peace when I gave him a bottle.
Read MoreI have to admit that our time those first few months was clouded by trying so hard to breastfeed. When I look back, the prevailing question is not, Did I try hard enough? (although that certainly surfaces), but rather, Did I miss other things because I was so consumed by this? My baby didn’t get much milk from me, but he did get my overwhelming, unconditional love day after day…
Read MoreIt’s a disheartening experience when you are unable to breastfeed your baby for one reason or another. I tried with my son for 14 weeks, but with little improvement on poor latching, chronic acid reflux, and super low milk supply, we were unable to make breastfeeding work. When we moved on to the next big ordeal - okay, now what’s the next best thing I can feed my baby?…
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