The night I brought my daughter home was probably one of the heaviest moments in my heart. With hormones flying, sleep deprivation at its peak & a constantly fussy baby, it hit me hard. I tried to breastfeed- Nothing.
Three days & a couple doctors appointments went by & she was losing weight. I was devastated. I wasn't producing enough and felt guilty that I had failed her. The words at the hospital kept resounding in my head. "Formula is not necessary." I looked to the closest women in my life to shed light on a matter that I felt shouldn't be a problem for a mother in the first place. I was hard on myself. My mom said the most important thing was for baby to be fed, no matter how I do it. I started to supplement with formula while still wondering what kind of backlash I would get from others.
One morning, I woke up confused with a soaked shirt. Soon after, I figured out what happened. I quickly pumped & pumped my little heart out & finally cried when I hit the 5 oz mark. I felt a huge sigh of relief and needless to say, gratitude. My daughter is 2 months now & this is what we do every morning. In love with this view.
Here's to all the Mamas who've endured cracked, bleeding and sore nipples. To getting up at all hours of the night. To the times where you've had to supplement. To the priceless bond you've made with your baby. A fed baby is a happy baby, no matter what that looks like.
Everyone's journey is different.
Accept it. Support it. Embrace it.