Sometimes people compliment me for breastfeeding, impressed with my commitment and devotion. I smile modestly. Because if I say anything I'm afraid I'll laugh.
I embraced breastfeeding not because it's supposedly better for children (turns out some of the research has been dubious at best, or so one article I read recently claimed) and not because it is SO MUCH cheaper than formula.
I started breastfeeding for those reasons, sure. But I've also started doing yoga because it was good for me. . . . . . . several times. Follow through is not my strong suit, especially when you're talking about something as time-consuming, alcohol-denying and occasionally painful as breastfeeding.
I lasted ten months with Ironflower. She weaned herself. Lovebug was fifteen months. And ChunkyMonkey is coming up on eleven months. That would be good for someone who's only made it a month or so with yoga, except for one thing:
I'm a dedicated breastfeeder because I am LAZY. Newborn cried in the middle of the night? I didn't have to get my ass out of bed, let alone go down to the kitchen. I never had to spend hours washing bottles - in fact, with the last two, I didn't spend any time washing bottles. And when the kid was fussy and no one knew what to do with him? (I say "him" because, honestly, Ironflower was a super easy baby) All I had to do was whip out a boob.
And then, Friday night, it didn't work. ChunkyMonkey DID NOT WANT TO NURSE. He fussed and screamed and yelled and I was lost. I tried each boob multiple times. I walked and bounced. I swayed. I paced. He kept screaming.
Eventually I realized that his stuffy nose meant he couldn't breathe with the boob or the pacifier in and that I was screwed. ChunkyMonkey nurses, then goes to sleep with his pacifier. This is our routine. It works. Except for Friday. And all I could think was, oh my God, what do people who don't nurse DO?
Let me say something to those who look down on bottle feeders: Shut up. You have no idea what those people go through to calm their children (such as pushing the stroller all night long, like I did on Friday) down.
And let me say something to all the women who have told me that they didn't breastfeed because it seemed "too hard": Pushing a stroller all night is a lot harder than breastfeeding, even after they have teeth.
What do you guys think?
