I always wanted to breastfeed my child. When I gave birth to my first son, I blogged about my frustrations because I wasn't able to do it. I was able to pump but it wasn't enough so it was formula all the way. Before I give birth, I already told my husband and family my plan to breastfeed my next child and I was happy that they supported me on this. I don't remember having their support with our first child so I was easily discourage to pursue it.

It was true that breastfeeding is hard, specially in the first week. I doubted if I was able to produce enough milk. I actually give formula to Noah on his third day because I felt that he wasn't able to get anything from me. When he didn't latch in the evening, I got upset at myself so I read and read and read. I tried to make him latch from me again after I dropped formula on my nipples.
Thankfully he accepted and I vowed that I won't give him formula milk again. Malunggay capsule, soup, chocolate malt drinks, oatmeal, Malunggay tea, lots of water, and unlimited latch. I ate, drink, and did everything in order to produce enough milk. When milk started dripping from my nipples uncontrollably, I knew I'll make it far. But then, sore and cracked nipples, interrupted sleep at night, and tiredness became my biggest enemies. I have to endure everything again for the sake of giving the best to my child. So here I am, more than one month already and yes, my baby is healthy. This is the start of my breastfeeding journey.
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