A newborn baby has only three demands. They are warmth in the arms of its mother, food from her breasts, and security in the knowledge of her presence. Breastfeeding satisfies all three.
– Grantly Dick-Read
Breastfeeding is NOT easy for everyone. It can become a terror and a nightmare for many. Some may not be able to carry on, no matter how hard they try. To my new mamas, please know, you are not alone. You have NOT failed. An improper latch, clogged ducts, low supply, sore nipples, infection, mastitis, etc – you have tried and you have tried your hardest.
To the mamas who are going through cluster feeds and babies that want to eat every three hours and you find yourself crying, alone, at 5 in the morning with bags under your eyes wishing for a small amount of relief, stay strong. Reach out for help. You are doing something amazing. No matter how natural it may be, it can be emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. It is tough to constantly fill the stomach of a wanting baby, with both milk and affection. I’m here for you. Do not be ashamed. You are doing something extraordinary.
My first experience breastfeeding Maddox was awkward and clumsy. I happily accepted help when they asked if I needed it. The moment was pure and he was a natural, like he was waiting for this moment just as much as I was. He latched beautifully after a couple tries and I was grateful. We locked eyes and my heart melted. In an instant, I surrendered to this sweet nursling and let myself go as he took in my liquid gold.
From here forth, these moments are our own and nothing else exists. I wrap my limbs around him and once again we become one. I spend this time studying him, his innocence. Running my fingers across his back, across his cheek, down his arm. He gulps and holds his hand against my chest. I feel whole and infinite yet, I know these moments will not last. I soak every second up while I can.
I nourish this boy with all of me.
These are tiny moments that I want to remember with little, fumbling hands against my bare skin. A bond unmatched.
These are fleeting moments. Moments that won’t last.
Moments that should be captured, not covered.
Mother is Eternal 