I'm a 20-something new mommy who recently left my gig in the science industry to become a SAHM. I'm enjoying every second of my life here in Ohio with my husband and my sweet baby girl. Come along for the ride!
This pose? Referred to around our house as the milk coma.
It's what I aspire to see after a feeding. A full, satisfied little girl who will sleep quietly for at least a few shades so Mama can go to the restroom.
Yep. We're going the breastfeeding route. And believe me, it has not been an easy one. In the hospital, Natalie did things to my nipples I did not even know were possible (and not in a good way, people). The pain was unbearable. She was crying, I was crying. After about 2 days of feeding, I began to understand why people quit.
But I didn't want to quit. It was (and is) important to me to breastfeed. So I played through the pain. And after maybe a week and a half...we got it! In reality it was my problem. The girl sucked like a pro but I could not figure out how to get her to latch for the life of me. Enter husband. My savior. The man somehow figured out how to do it and taught me. Yes. My husband taught me how to breastfeed my child. And I could not love him more for doing so. All she needed was a little shove in the right direction.
Don't get me wrong. We are still a work in progress. Natalie has a tendency to flail her arms in front of her mouth preventing me from even getting to her when she's hungry. This can lead to a very frustrating mama and baby some days. And even worse...some nights. Between the hours of 1 and 4 is not a good time to screw with Mommy.
And honestly, one of my nipples is currently acting up in an icky, blistery, YOWZA, way. But we're learning. I still say at least once every week that I want to quit. Especially when the girl feeds every 2 hours during the day. But then I seeing her little face when we get it right and I can't imagine giving that up for anything.