Before I started BFing I had this notion embedded in my brain that I would be pregnant for 9 months and then I would BF for 9 months and that was a perfectly reasonable timetable.
WELL...I think it took exactly 1 and a half coffee mornings at ABA (used to be called Nursing Mothers back then) - which I joined more for support since we had just moved to a new area - to throw that notion out. I read a lot, talked to other mums alot, and became very passionate about breastfeeding. Which is good because establishing BFing with DD1 was very very hard - the hospy that I was at gave all sorts of terrible, conflicting, bad advice - but the support and info I had through ABA meant I knew what I needed to do - even if it was a bit unconventional (i used to use a dummy to get DD sucking before whipping it out and popping my BB in LOL) to get going properly.
I adored BFing. I had a very traumatic birth and was frequently quite dissociated from my body for months afterwards - but BFing was the one constant that anchored me to my baby and allowed me to pour my love out physically. I was able to continue to BF until DD was nearly 18 months, when she self-weaned with minimal encouragement from me.
With DD2, I was determined to BF as long as possible, even well past the 18 mth mark, but it wasn't to be. I didn't enjoy the physical sensation of feeding as much this time round - in hindsight most of the pain and problems were probably due to a large breast tumour which wasn't diagnosed until DD weaned at 16 mths and the extent of the lump became apparent. This time I actively encouraged the weaning because I was having surgery - I was sad at the time but later very relieved because it would've been heartbreaking to have to wean because of the cancer treatment. We have continued to have special cuddles in the armchair where I always fed her, but it makes me a bit sad that she doesn't seem to remember BFing like DD1 did.




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