I’m talking about breast-feeding. Though, not because I wanted to be. I had big plans on breast feeding Madelynn. I wanted to make it to at least half a year with her but life got in the way.
My production has been really low for about a month now and I worked so hard getting it back up. I was nursing her every chance I could get but she wasn’t wanting to nurse anymore. I tried taking Fenugreek but it didn’t seem to help. I tried everything and nothing was working. I got tired of trying so hard because it was taking too much time away from my babies so I called it quits. And I hate that. I blame myself. I know my mistakes but the mistakes were things I wouldn’t take back. Like spending time with the twins on vacation while Maddie stayed with my mom. Jocelynn really needed some one on one time with her mommy and I wouldn’t take that back. Yes, I could have brought my pump with me but I didn’t. There were a lot of things I could’ve done and I know it. So, like I told you, its my fault and I know where I went wrong.
Who knew something like breast feeding could be a job in itself? I loved that job though. Some people think its weird, others think its disgusting and the rest think its wonderful. To me? There is no greater feeling knowing you are feeding your baby. You are the reason that baby is getting so big. And there is no better way to bond with your baby than breast feeding.
I’ve brought this up in a recent post and ill drop this bomb again… Next go round I WILL feed that baby for a year. I’m determined. If we are lucky enough to be blessed again in the future with another baby, I will feed that baby for a year. Third time is a charm, right?