Reflecting On My Breastfeeding Journey

It’s so funny to me that the most natural thing in the world can at first feel like trying to bend a spoon with your mind.

This was originally just going to be an Instagram post for #WorldBreastfeedingWeek, but then I realized I have more to say on the subject. One year ago, I posted this about my breastfeeding journey:

Exactly one year later, it’s easy to forget all the struggles of the first few months of breastfeeding. I was lucky enough to have it pretty easy compared to what some women go through. I never had to worry about not producing enough. In fact, I struggled with oversupply from pumping while Emerson was in the NICU, which came with its own problems. I remember feeling uncomfortable in the hospital, sitting there half-naked while nurses poked my breast and tried to fit me for a nipple shield. It’s so funny to me that the most natural thing in the world can at first feel like trying to bend a spoon with your mind. And then when my milk came in, it CAME IN. It took months for my supply to regulate.

We also overcame my gallbladder surgery in December, when I couldn’t nurse him for 24 hours because of the anesthesia. I had to pump (which I HATE) for weeks in advance to save up enough milk and it killed me to watch him cry that night because all he wanted was his mama to nurse him to sleep. But I was back to breastfeeding him the next day, carefully avoiding my abdominal incisions (which he kicked and made me bleed anyway).

It’s also been well over a year since I’ve eaten dairy. I’ve since cut out eggs and peanuts too, due to his allergies. Honestly though, I don’t even miss cheese and peanut butter anymore. We’ve discovered so many allergy-friendly alternatives in the past year.

At 18 months, I can feel our breastfeeding days slowly coming to an end. About a month ago, I noticed he’s been nursing less and less. A session maybe lasts 5 minutes sometimes. He still nurses for comfort in the morning, at nap time and bedtime, but he loves drinking almond milk or Ripple (made from pea protein) from a cup. We still have days (usually when he’s teething) when he insists on nursing non-stop, but it doesn’t seem like a chore anymore and I’m happy for a moment of closeness with my busy toddler (even though sometimes that means getting a foot to the face).

One of the biggest rewards I didn’t expect from sharing my journey online are the other breastfeeding mamas I’ve gotten to know. A few have reached out to me with questions or asking for advice and, while I’m no expert, I’m happy to share my experience with others. I love seeing all the #WorldBreastfeedingWeek posts in my feed. I can’t believe that in 2018, there are still women who are shamed for feeding their baby in public or sharing breastfeeding photos online. I’ve been lucky enough to never have been confronted, but I’ve received my fair share of dirty looks from strangers, especially now that Emerson is a toddler and not so discreet when he wants mama’s milk. I’m lucky to have a community of supportive people and will gladly be a cheerleader for women who don’t have a support system.

For me, breastfeeding has been one of my favorite parts of motherhood so far and I’m still in awe of what my body has been through in the past couple of years.

Our fall family photos, including these breastfeeding shots, were taken by Vanessa Mendez Photography Follow her on Instagram @vanessamendezphotography for beautiful birth and raw motherhood photos.

Author: Jordana Bennett

Austin, Texas native. Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication. Part-time stylist & writer, full-time mama. Forever in love with my husband Dallas, our son Emerson, nature, traveling, pugs, caffeine, literature, wining and dining.

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