Breastfeeding is hard shit

It is the question that ever pregnant woman is asked...over and over and over again.

Are you going to nurse or use formula?

My plan was always to breastfeed.  During my pregnancy, I was bombarded constantly with breast is best and it is good for baby and good for mommy.  It just made sense to me.  Why else would God put two spigots on your front side?  It is constantly talked up.  Plus, formula is expensive...and having a baby (and new house) puts you on a budget.  

But what every one fails to tell you is how f*#$ing hard it is.  

Seriously...why didn't anyone share that information with me?  Breastfeeding is some really hard shit.  And despite all of the advice -- which comes with the best of intentions -- it is one of those things you have to figure out for yourself.  Does baby prefer the football hold or cradle hold?  Is it easier to lie on your side and nurse?  You just don't know until baby gets here.

And once you think you have it mastered...you hit a huge bump in the road.  At the start of Week 5, A was nursing like a total champ.  She was eating roughly every three hours and latching with no problems.  The next night was total chaos.  I couldn't get her to latch.  Poor baby would cry herself out until she passed out.  And every time my husband made a suggestion I would mentally punch him in the head.  We finally got her to nurse with a nipple shield...but it took a while to get there.  It took roughly a week and a half to get back to "normal."

Breastfeeding is definitely in.  And it feels like there is almost a stigma if you use formula.  And before my experience with nursing, I couldn't understand why you would use formula.  But now I get it.  It is super hard, very time consuming and a ton of work.  I'm fortunate enough to be stay-at-home mom at the moment and can dedicate myself to this craft.  But if I had to go back to work in 6 or even 8 weeks, I'm not sure what I would do.  

The bottom line is...and should be...if baby is healthy and well-nourished, who care how they get fed?

Things saving my life

This week, we are experiencing our second growth spurt at six weeks.  It is exciting to know that my baby is growing...but sad because it means she won't always be my little peanut.  It is also very exhausting because all she wants to do is eat, which means I have an infant attacking my boobs about 90% of the day.

A and Monkey Bink!

Some of this can be attributed to her increased need to suck.  So I spend lots of time playing the "binky game" where my daughter wants her pacifier but also wants to spit it out and cry.  Mom, I want my binky but I don't want you to sleep or get anything done.  Put the binky back in my mouth so I can spit it out and cry really loud.  One of the items that puts this game to rest is the WubbaNub -- one of the best presents I got at my baby shower.  It's your average binky...but with a small, soft stuffed animal attached.

A loves her WubbaNub...maybe more than she loves us right now.  It is the only bink she will take.  One morning during the last growth spurt, I thought I lost monkey bink...which was devastating for both of us.  I searched every nook and cranny of my house.  Luckily, monkey bink turned up in my bed...but I couldn't have a panic attack like that again.  Since none of the local baby stores in our area carry these lifesavers, I had my parents go to their local Buy Buy Baby and pick up two -- an elephant and a giraffe.  Grandpa even drove three and half hours to personally deliver them.  Who ever invented this is clearly a genius -- probably a rich one at that!

It may be a small thing...but it is definitely saving my life -- and my husband's life -- this week.