At the same time, unbeknownst to me, Sheila at A Living Family emailed my husband to get his thoughts on breastfeeding from a husband/dad’s perspective. And unbeknownst to me (until I snooped), my husband answered her! Thank you, Sheila, for making this happen!
I’m thrilled to wrap up World Breastfeeding Week (Aug.1-7) with this guest post from my husband…no, he didn’t write it in 5 minutes…but it only took me 5 minutes to write this and paste in his words…and then a few more minutes to do the links and stuff. Just sayin!
Happy World Breastfeeding Week! Happy Homeher11! Happy Stream of Consciousness Sunday!
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One Dad’s Thoughts on Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding has always been in my mind the best way to feed a baby of any kind, unless of course we’re talking about something that doesn’t have breasts like snakes or something, but I remember being a little let down when, as a lad, I found out that my mother at some point began feeding my brother and I formula, that was the fake stuff, the man made attempt at Mother Nature’s nectar. When the time came to think about feeding a baby of my own I was glad to hear that my wife was all for it.
I was not prepared for the initial weeks of nursing to be so difficult, while the baby (in this case it was Aumar) was getting Colostrum and waiting for milk to establish he was not getting his belly filled and became a cranky, crabby, crying bundle of hunger. We could see he was losing weight, he felt lighter, and Christine was feeling a bit as if she wasn’t doing her job properly despite the fact that she was doing everything she could.
This is the time that some mother’s give up, between those first weeks and couple months into nursing, in passing I can recall hearing that it was too hard and that it hurt and that it was just not worth all the headache and hardship. From Christine, though she was nearing despair, I am proud to say that she stuck with it. We tried everything from Fenugreek to feeding the baby with a syringe, tube and pinky to substitute the feeling of a nipple so that the baby would not reject the real thing once milk was flowing.
And flow it did, there is nothing as beautiful as watching a Mama nurse her baby and when the eyes have rolled back into their skull and that baby is drunk as a skunk on the blissful drink something lights up and glows so warm and magical it made me want to melt to see it. I never even came close to that feeling when it was my turn to give the middle of night feeding from a bottle but there were slight glimpses of that satisfaction and ahhhh, when a happy content baby has passed out from the sheer exhaustion of a meal well drank.
I haven’t had too many conversations about breastfeeding and weighing its pros and cons, it seems to me the scale is tipped. We want to think we can create or recreate everything we need in this world but I can speak from experience, between real breastmilk and the fake stuff there is no comparison. I remember months before Aumar was born being at a dinner party where an Italian couple were having to deal with a fussy baby. Finally the father said to his wife,”have you tried the breast, try the breast!!!” It seemed to never fail for our four and if it did we knew something serious was up.
Breastfeeding nurtures the bond between not only mother and baby but it strengthens the bond of a father as well. The memories I hold of Christine nursing our babies are like precious gems that can never fade, they’re like moments of perfection brought to life by a baby dreaming deep and a mother’s sacrifice of sleep.