Breastfeeding. There are so many opinions on the subject. Recently I read a post on 10 reasons why I hated breastfeeding and although it made me sad for the writer, especially because she probably didn’t have the support she needed to make a decision either way, some of the comments she received were awful, the whole post underlined my ultimate belief which is:
As long as your baby is loved, as long as your baby is fed, as long as you are happy then who the hell am I to judge you?
It also made me think. Despite the tough parts of breastfeeding, and there are plenty says she who is sat here with a blocked duct and slight temperature, potential mastistis, there is much for me, personally, to love about it.
So in the interests of showing the other side of the coin and in response to the ten reasons you hate breastfeeding, here are the ten reasons I LOVE breastfeeding. Yin and yang right? I could try and go all physics on you all and say that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, but I’m not sure that’s the right quote and I’m better at writing than science these days. (If you didn’t know I hold a Masters in Chemistry *smart*)
Without further ado….the ten reasons I love breastfeeding:
10. Its free
Have you seen the price of formula these days??
9. I can do it with one arm
Heck, I am even working on being able to do it hands free (involving leaning and cushions, I’ll let you know how that goes) Leaving the other free to play Lego, or planes, or play doh, or cuddle with my toddler.
8. I am inherently lazy
I couldn’t be bothered with the faff of getting up at night and making a bottle, I prefer rolling over and flopping my boob out to feed my hungry baby while drifting back off to sleep.
7. It’s the right temperature
It seems Baby Boy has inherited my lack of patience. He would not tolerate having to wait for a bottle to heat up or cool down. Quite frankly my ears also won’t tolerate the screaming that accompanies this.
6. I am forgetful
I’d never remember to pack enough bottles for a day out. Can’t forget your boobs though can you?
even if they do trail behind me these days
5. It is my excuse to eat LOTS of Cake
I eat what I like. When I like. OK so this is mainly cake and the excuse is I’m breastfeeding I need the calories.
This is Toblerone Cheesecake. Can I just say NOM!
Ok ok ok I probably don’t and if I do its from good healthy food not beautiful blissful chocolate cake. But hey. I’m breastfeeding what’s your excuse?
4. I take time out for cuddles
In a world where I’m constantly rushing around to pick the toddler up from nursery or run to our latest playdate it’s good for me to remember to take a moment to stop and snuggle my baby boy. To feed him to a state of milk drunk and feel his heavy weight in my arms watching his eyelids flutter to a close. To block out the crazy world and just be close with my littlest man.
3. Breast milk is incredible
When I fed the toddler I took part in a PhD study analysing breast milk. Everyone’s is different. Genetically designed to be the correct fit for their baby. Filled with different proteins, sugars and amino acids. Stuffed full of antibodies. Clever stuff.
Not only that but did you know that breast milk is also a natural pain reliever? I fed my little one immediately after his first set of injections and I swear I saw this 2 day old baby (Dubai remember – TB jab) visibly relax in my arms. Much faster than just a cuddle would.
2. My boobs don’t get left on the table
I’m naturally a messy person.
I hate to wash and sterilise. I am not much good at tidying things away. Half full bottles of milk hanging around (probably for my toddler to chew on and drink, yuk) would be the order of the day. At least my boobs are attached to me and can’t get left on the table.
Unfortunately they do now rest on it…..
1. I worked hard to get to this point and I’m proud of myself
I’m not going to lie and say breastfeeding was all roses and rainbows. It wasn’t. Blocked ducts. Mastitis. Bleeding cracked nipples. A baby that didn’t want to be put down. Blood in my milk. No routine. Leaking. With Baby Boy him turning slightly blue at my first attempt to feed (due to him being swollen from the 17 hour non progressive Labour ending in rupture and c section). Being in tears to the helpline with the Toddler because I couldn’t work out how on earth he should latch.
Each time I have worked hard to get breastfeeding established.
Breastfeeding is AN ACHIEVEMENT. And one I am amazingly proud of myself for.
I love breastfeeding for giving me that confidence to be proud in my ability to give what I want to give to my children. To be proud of the choices I’ve made whilst not belittling the choices of others.
Whilst I have my own 10 reasons I love breastfeeding these could be different to someone else’s 10 reasons, someone else might say they love it because it’s tailor made, or because it’s virtually impossible to over feed a breast fed baby.
Though I’m with the writer on one point….. pumping sucks.
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