Welcome to the world of breastfeeding
|   Aug 22, 2016
Welcome to the world of breastfeeding

I distinctly remember how giggly my husband and I were when our daughter tried to latch on me for her food for the first time. It was just the three of us in the hospital room and for some reason we both couldn’t stop laughing at the little struggles our tiny, famished thing put up. “I am laughing ‘cause the feeling is insanely ticklish, what are you laughing at?”, I asked my husband with a wink. He just chose to put up a goofy smile in reply before getting back to absorbing this new little significant event called ‘breastfeeding’ in our lives. That was then…

Cut to the third night of the baby’s birth and the whole household comes crashing down. All of us were aghast at the length of the time a tiny little being like that could cry for, at a stretch. Decoding her cries was another issue all together- even experienced folks like my parents-in-law found themselves struggling. Well, apparently, mommy was not making enough food (Due to some medication I was on, my gynaec informed that I might begin producing a little later than normal). The loud cries only communicated that she wanted more, more and some more. I had had a vaginal delivery, and sitting on my bum for long hours was asking for a herculean effort. The physical pain and exertion was nothing compared to the amount of stress I went through as a result of the guilt of not making enough for my baby. Welcome to the world of breastfeeding, I told myself…

It was no wonder then that I broke down into heavy sobs- all stressed, nervous and exhausted- trying to make sense of this innocuous sounding thing called breastfeeding. After struggling for a day or two, sanity prevailed as my baby appeared full and satisfied after each feed session. My mom-in-law would see to it that I consumed nutritious food in proper proportions so that it would benefit my baby and me. My father-in-law and husband would take turns during those testing times at night to calm the baby down so that I can take some rest. And of course, the diaper changes and the burping- the whole family was at it!

Gradually, my goal of exclusively breastfeeding the child for at least the first six months came out to be within reach and that was solely because of the environment I was provided at home. I would be advised to calm myself down before beginning to breastfeed my baby. Also, I was instructed to keep all the negativity in thoughts at bay while feeding as it would do no good to the baby or me. My husband would talk to me about everything that would help me keep cheerful while feeding the baby. My mom-in-law would come share her experiences and lend kind words saying that I was doing a better job since she had never been able to exclusively breastfeed any of her kids for that long.

Looking back, however, I feel that the most endearing of the memories of my breastfeeding days were when my little one and I would be all by ourselves- just the two of us. The warmth from the closeness of her body while feeding worked as a best tranquilizer. The desperate attempts she would make to finally get herself latched on would be the most satisfying of the sights. The naughty giggle that escaped her mouth after giving mommy a good bite while feeding would be the cutest thing ever. Above all, I found the breast feeding sessions very therapeutic for my own self. I would not tire out from just having a look at her- not thinking about anything, not even observing her- just looking at her doing her job was such a therapy!

Well, no amount of words would suffice the importance of breast feeding for the mother and most importantly the kid. Every mother must be encouraged and allowed an environment where she could carry out her and her baby’s basic right of being able to feed and being fed. For the world of breastfeeding is curious, very significant and above all truly divine…

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