Breastfeeding stressed me out. It was tiring and lonely. It was a mental game that I played with myself every day.
So I exclusively breastfed my daughter 2 weeks shy of 6 months. I completely weaned her on my birthday as a gift to myself.
It was one of the HARDEST things I’ve ever had to do in my life.
I’d say those first weeks were pure torture, physically, emotionally and mentally.
During the first 8 weeks, I dreaded every feed, all 10-12 of them each day.
I asked for help. I got help.
I had my latch checked by a bunch of folks.
I saw a breastfeeding consultant.
I went to community mom support groups.
I weighed and measured her length every other day to validate my efforts.
Then miraculously at the end of the 8 weeks, it became the norm. Her milk drunk face was my highlight at the end of every feed.
Here is my real and raw journey in breastfeeding.
