Some things you never forget. Some things you wish you could remove from your memory, but they remain stuck, reminding you of your failures, mishaps, struggles and times that hurt. My breastfeeding story is stuck in my head that way. I’d rather forget it and the feeling of failure that enveloped me as a new mom.
I tried breastfeeding three times. It didn’t happen with the first two, and by the time my third baby got here, I was ready and determined to conquer the challenge of breastfeeding my child…until it all came to a screeching halt.
Everything went really well at first. She latched on right away, and I read everything I could get my hands on. I listened to everything the hospital nurses said. We went home and continued the ride… until I started running a fever.
The weird thing was that I didn’t feel sick. I was freezing. My teeth chattered, and I had a pain in my neck and back of head. Other than that, I couldn’t figure out why I was running such a high fever. My first thought was that I had a uterine infection.
I had to leave my baby at home to go to the hospital. That time away and the recuperation period that followed for my inner ear infection threw off our breastfeeding bliss. What baby would rather struggle with low milk flow once they discover a bottle that flowed with no effort. Who could blame her?
I felt like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom. I had so much wanted to accomplish this one thing as a mom, and I knew I would never have a chance to experience it again.
Everyone has their reasons for choosing breastfeeding or bottle feeding, and sometimes things don’t go as planned. The choice between one or another is just that…a choice. I will NEVER judge a mother for making the best choice she can for how to best raise her child. That baby will always benefit from a parent loving her and trying her best at parenting.
What’s your story? If you have a link…share it:-)