I didn't know anything about breastfeeding before having Eddie, besides the obvious, mama makes milk and baby drinks it. It always looked so natural and easy, effortless really. However Edwin and I, like many other new mothers and babies, did not have an easy time learning the breastfeeding ropes. In short, Edwin was tongue tied and those first few weeks of breastfeeding were extremely painful for me, and extremely inefficient for little Edwin. There was a helpful but high pressure nurse who came to our home a couple times to offer support, she essentially built a fort of pillows around me and Edwin to help us find the magical breastfeeding hold, there were books, videos, the mighty internet, and finally a trip to the dentist to have Edwin's tongue tie snipped. Eventually, we did find our stride and with a little time I actually began to enjoy those quiet times together. Edwin was a ferocious eater for the first 6 months of his life, and nursed during the night up until he was 12 months old. It was a full time job to supply milk for that little guy. But beyond the benefits for Edwin, there were clear benefits for me. Edwin was having trouble falling asleep? Breastfeed him. He was sick? Breastfeed him. He was being fussy at a restaurant? Breastfeed him. Teething? Sad? Forgot to pack a snack? Breastfeeeeeeeed him! It was my go to solution for everything—because it worked. We gradually started winding down around 14 months when he started part-time daycare, and then finally dropped down to one feeding a day at 18 months when he started full-time daycare. It probably could have ended then, but there was one feed I just couldn't let go of, 5am. Edwin was getting up at 5am and adamant that that was his wake-up time, I however was adamant that that was not my wake up time. So what did we do? Breastfeed in bed.
Finally last Wednesday I decided that my 5am solution was not really working. What had been a soothing activity had turned into baby gymnastics in our bed, pinching, biting, kicking, and other unpleasantness. Edwin was having a party while I was trying to steal a little more sleep. So that morning I went into his room and told him it was not time to wake up yet, that he needed to sleep a little longer. And that is when we cut the last baby string. It was pretty worn and neither of us really noticed that it was even still there, there were no cries for milk that morning or since. I hadn't intended to breastfeed Edwin beyond a year, but I'm glad that we continued to a point where the connection we had worked so hard to establish in those first few days and weeks had become strong enough that we were both ready to let it go.
Raising this beautiful boy is a lesson in moving forward. I would never be able to say goodbye to Edwin the baby if Edwin the toddler was not full even more love, life, and promise of all the wonderful things to come.
Oh, how beautiful Bess :) Such a testament to the bond you've developed so preciously. And I love how this is going to be something to read later on and reminisce about, too. Edwin is growing up so wonderfully! xoxReplyDelete
Thank you, Anile. It feels good to reflect on these moments, they could otherwise just pass by. Thank goodness for blogs ;) xoDelete
I'm eagerly awaiting the birth of my first baby and am trying to wrap my head around breastfeeding. It's so hard without having someone to feed yet! I loved your post though and will keep it in mind when the time comes :)ReplyDelete
Congratulations! What an exciting time :) Good luck with your newborn and I hope everything goes smoothly for you when it comes to breastfeeding, but if it doesn't know that you are not alone and there are many organizations that offer support. Ask the nurses lots of questions too!!Delete
I will say it again, you are an incredible mom.ReplyDelete
I didn't know E. was tongue tied...nurses are most of the time pretty bad (they don't have the training) regarding this situation. I talk to moms like you almost everyday and it makes me very sad to learn the amount of crap they were told.
And breastfeeding or not, Edwin will always be your baby.
No, YOU are an incredible mom ;) The nurses at the hospital missed Eddie's tongue tie, but the CLSC nurse picked it up and was quick to recommend a great dentist to take care of it.Delete
You're right, even when he's 42 he'll still be my baby! xx
Beautiful Bess! Lucy is 7 months old and we too have a somewhere between 3am - 5am breastfeeding wakeup call. I just recently started thinking about the weening process and how sad it will be. I love that you waited till it was the right time for both of you. xoReplyDelete
Bess this is so beautifully written. Breastfeeding has also been my secret weapon against everything & everything as well (planes, teething, sleeping, anything). So much so that I don't want to stop simply because I don't want to lose that tool!ReplyDelete
But we'll have to one day!
Sounds like it was the right time for you two to stop... but he'll always be your baby :)
What a beautiful way to pay tribute to this special mama-baby ritual as it moves aside to make room for new ones. A good reminder that while I may not always love the night wakings of my little one, they are fleeting!ReplyDelete
Onwards to new adventures for little Eddie!
This is beautiful...and although I stopped breastfeeding at 4 months (twins), I am preparing myself to embrace the toddler stage. They really are in so many ways already (15 months)...but I'm holding on. Thank you, this helps me!ReplyDelete