_MG_9681I was always 100% sure I was going to breastfeed if I was ever lucky enough to have a baby. There was just no alternative for me, in my mind, as I am from a country where breastfeeding is the norm. However, due to a breach baby I was scheduled for a c-section and was told by many that I would not be able to succeed with the breastfeeding. Luckily I did my antenatal classes with Cuidiu, where I was given slightly more positive vibes, and also the promise of help should I/we encounter problems.

On the scheduled date we got a gorgeous baby girl who was great to latch on. Over the next few days she was nearly constantly latched on. However there was no sign of any milk apart from the colostrum. She was born on a Monday and by the Wednesday night/Thursday morning I gave in to the midwives formula suggestion after having the baby latched on for most of the day and night (this was the one and only bottle of formula my daughter ever got). She was tired and hungry and I needed some rest to restore some energy in order to keep going. We both slept soundly that night and the next day we kept on working on getting the milk flowing. However this did not happen until the Saturday morning. Oh my! I wished then that I had read up more on breastfeeding! I thought my breast would stay as two solid, sore milk fountains all through the months of breastfeeding! My husband was rushed out to buy a head of cabbage (great relief) and a breastpump (which I never managed using) and breastpads. And not to
mention the pain during latching on, the cracked nipples, bleeding and spraying. This all quickly subsided though as the breastfeeding got established and I have never regretted my choice in feeding method.

I was very nervous the first time I had to feed in public as it was in my local pub/restaurant and I was unsure as to what the reaction of customers and staff would be (especially since I know most of them to see) and how discreet I would be able to be. But I was determined to get the first “public” feeding over and done with as soon as possible after the birth so that I would be able to bring myself to get out and about and not have to worry about finding a nursing room or quiet area wherever I went. I had absolutely no problems, and so the confidence was good to keep going, (I think this was about a week or so after the birth.) After the investment of a couple
of good breastfeeding tops, I felt even more confident in my ability to feed fairly discreetly. I quickly learnt most people did not even realise that I was feeding my daughter. They just thought I cradled her in my arms.

I fed her exclusively for six months on demand, then we introduced solids at her own pace. She has now self-weaned off the day feeds but at ten months she absolutely loves evening and night feeds, and I think we’ll keep going for another while…