I kicked off World Breastfeeding Week (August 1 – 7, 2012) with nothing but a wee little announcement yesterday. Yes, have you heard the news? Before I shared the news with my online followers, I knew I had to mentally prepare for all the positive and happy tweets and articles revolving around WHO/UNICEF’s joint effort to promote a ‘Global Strategy for Infant and Young Child Feeding.’ During all the excitement from all my fellow lactators, I was also immersed in my own guilt filled with irresponsibility, sorrow, and pain (literally).
I knew I was pregnant the day I nursed him and my nipples were extremely sore. We sat and nursed our usual routine and I jumped from the pain! I thought he bit me, but he was just happily nursing like he always does. 13 weeks later, this soreness has not gone away. I consulted my midwife about this and she noted that it’s normal and may/may not subside therefore once my milk for the newborn comes in, Humnoy may just wean completely. Hearing the “w” word has always made me squirmy and ache for my son. I had always planned to follow his lead when it comes to the end of his breastfeeding. Yes, yes, even if it came down to this. With this pregnancy, I feel solely responsible for my plummet in milk supply and his abnormal behavior that he’s had lately, which I attribute to my changing body and its hormones.
Aside from the sad face he gives me when he nurses between each deflated breast, we just happily carry on. I literally grit through each nursing session from the discomfort but I know it’s a part of his routine and he is still a baby at 16 months, no matter how well he walks, talks, or eats. He is my baby therefore we shall carry on as long as he continues latching on.
Happy Breastfeeding Week!