I know men love boobs. Heck, I love boobs. They are beautiful. Over this past week I have grown to be totally amazed by them too.
My first two attempts at breastfeeding pretty much kerplunked in the toilet quickly.
Brianna made me so nervous and when her reflux escalated I was so freaking done. She was breastfed for a whopping 2 weeks. Even as a bottle fed baby she was challenging, and I was at my wit’s end until she was about 4 months old. Let’s put it this way — the receptionist at her pediatrician’s office knew my voice when I called. Yeah, it was that bad.
Jeremy was born with a bad latch. How to describe this? His tongue isn’t made for it, so to speak, and he was killing me. To this day he cannot stick his tongue out past his bottom lip. It’s a wonder he doesn’t have speech problems. Anyway, I kept it up for several weeks through the pain, the bleeding, the cracking, the blisters, the engorgement, the plugged ducts, the let-down that made him gag and sputter, and the enormous stress it was putting on me. Once he was diagnosed with jaundice and I was asked to stop breastfeeding him for 3 days in order for him to get over it, I decided that was enough. I was miserable. He was sick. It lasted 6 weeks and I think I swore I’d never do it again.
Third time is a charm.
Jaxon was born to breastfeed. This baby is an answer to more prayers than I have time to document. One prayer was for breastfeeding to work out. And work out it has. Yay!! First of all, if you don’t know this, all babies lose weight after they are born. Most babies are discharged a few ounces less than their birth weight. Jaxon was born on Tuesday of last week weighing 8 pounds even. Thursday he was down to 7 lbs 10 oz. Friday, when we were discharged, he still weighed 7 lbs 10 oz. The boy was eating and we were both happy. In three days he had already gained back 7 ounces putting him over his birth weight by an ounce. This is incredible. Breastfed babies are supposed to gain back to their birth weight within 2 weeks of birth. He did it in a few days. Ha!!
Now we’re in a rythme. He’s eating every 2-3 hours. I am not engorged and never got engorged with him. I am a little sore, but it’s not excruciating pain like it was with the other two. My breasts are working like the milk machines they were made to be. It blows my mind that my boobs know when he will eat as well as how much he’ll eat and they accomodate him without any help from me. It’s like they have their own brains. Unreal and entirely amazing.
Boobs are amazing. I am in awe of my chest. Funny. Really funny. God made some incredible little (or big) chest bumps. Our bodies are awesome!
* this is not me, that is not Jaxon *