Flashback to Breastfeeding

September 30, 2007 - Sunday I am no earth mother So I have a 11 week old, as most of you know. I also have a 3 year old. With the 3 year old, I had a pretty hard time breastfeeding him. Difficult latch, unhappy momma, lots of reasons why it did not really work. So, I just pumped the milk with and gave it to him in a bottle. Not exactly natural, but at least he was getting the milk. With the second child, I was determined to breastfeed her the "right" way. I was going to take advantage of my natural, God-given ability. After 11 weeks, I have done very well. I am proud of my tenacity and that my nipples have held up. But, I would not exactly say I am the earth mother type. There are some real truths about breastfeeding that no one had ever told me. First, let me explain the pillow that I use to feed her. It is called (and I am not kidding) My Brest Friend (my bff). For those of you who do not know what it looks like- search it online to get a clear picture.You strap it around your waste and the baby lays on a kind of pillow table. It is probably the Brest thing ever invented. It puts the kid in the right position and holds the kid in place without much effort. Let's say she was feeding off the right one (feeding, sounds like a shark feeding frenzy). I could easily lay her across the pillow and use my right hand to hold the breast in place. The left hand is free to do whatever. My best friend used to be my body pillow, but this has moved into the first position. The only major problem with it is that it is not really practical to carry along with you and use in public. It is very big and barely fits in the carrier below the stroller. In trying to be the super earth mother that I thought I was, I thought "no big deal, I can just breastfeed in public without My Brest Friend." Well, I do not know how all these other women do it and have done it for millions of years, but Oh---My----God----, it is not easy. It is almost like the 3 stooges trying to feed a baby. It is a multifaceted task that really should require a couple of people. People, these are the things that no one else will tell you. First off, it forces me to feed her in a manner that is completely different than the way My Brest Friend and I do it. Again, as an example, lets say I was feeding her off the right breast. Even though I try to be super earth mother, I am NOT going to show my breasts in public! I know it is all natural and that is what they were made for, but I just do not think that people want to see that. So, I take a large blanket and throw it over my right shoulder. As I am holding her, I have to tuck the top of the blanket under my bra strap to hold it up. That way, when she thrashes around, which she always does when I try to do this in public, she does not pull the blanket down exposing my breasts. Without the pillow, I have to cradle her in the crook of my right arm. This in itself is quite a task. A 13 1/2 lb baby in the crook of your arm is not easy to hold. Then, I have to maneuver the squirming, crying, and anxious-to-eat child onto the nipple. Again, not easy. I have to expertly place the blanket around her head to create a kind of wall that allows me to her face, but at the same time prevent others from seeing my goods. Then, I have to try to get her mouth in the right spot on the nipple. For those of you unfamiliar with breastfeeding, you have to get the right "latch" or your nipples with crack and become raging fire balls. In fact, if your nipples get injured or you get clogged ducts in your breast from not drinking enough water- when that kid nurses you would think that someone was trying to saw your nipples off with the butter knife. Wow! You do not know pain until it feels like your kid is trying to gnaw your nipples off like a starving wolf. Back to the story- when a baby is hungry, they get very excited and move their face around trying to find the milk source. So, with my blanket placed, my right arm falling asleep, the baby squirming, and me trying to keep the public from seeing "my space", I take the left hand and try to guide my nipple into her mouth. Once I finally succeed, I have to keep my left hand inside the blanket tent to hold my breast away from her nose because their size and gravity force the breast over her nostrils. Beside all the other things that are happening in the public breast feeding fiasco, I do not want infant suffocation to be added. So, once she is on there, it is a constant battle to keep her on the nipple. She knows that this is not the way we usually do it and she does not like it any more than I do. On top of all this, my child, like many I am sure, is a very loud sucker. I could not discreetly breastfeed this child anywhere. My husband and I purposely choose to eat at loud restaurants to drown out the sound of my son screaming and sound of my super sucker. As soon as my baby and I get a rhythm going, she needs to be burped. So, I have to pluck her mouth off the nipple, pull my bra up, pull my shirt down, pull the blanket off, and then I can sit her up to burp. And, then the dance starts again when I put her back on. I forgot to mention, that on top of all of this, I have to try to keep the back of my shirt down so that no one can see my back fat. So how do these earth mothers do this? How do they just wip it out, sans blanket? They just don't care. I do not think the La Leche League will be call me anytime soon to be a spokesperson.