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My breastfeeding journey...

So it all started three years ago. I gave birth to a child and without even asking me or any other family member, my newborn daughter was given formula. I was aware of the importance of colostrum but every time  I asked someone about it, I was asked to wait.

On day 2, baby was brought to breast and the nurse told me that nipples are not big enough to latch on so I should give formula. Later, she even tried to elongate my nipples with a syringe!

I was sent to home with a box of formula and no such instructions about breastfeeding. My mother and Mother-in-law told me multiple times a day that I am not producing enough milk and that is why baby is not sleeping properly. They wanted to give baby formula while keep telling me how their breasts kept leaking when they birthed kids. My MIL even told me that she had to discard many bowlful of breast milk because she produced more than her baby needed. Though I may laugh at it now but this depressed me to no end, at then.

I remember when I went for regular check up of my one week old and paediatrician told me that weight is not as much as it should be. I was advised to give her some top feed.
I wonder now; how everyone, be it family members or medical consultants, was in some kind of haste to recommend formula instead of helping a new mom on how to feed.

So once I was back from hospital, my MIL gave my girl some formula and she slept for some 4-5hours. This was the visible proof of my failure but somehow it didn't seem natural. Thankfully, on that very day a dear friend introduced me to BSIM and suddenly all my questions were answered without even actually asking them.

I remember one particular incident which decided the fate of our breastfeeding journey. One night my 20 days old daughter was crying constantly and both me & husband were at the end of our wits. So we thought to give her some formula hoping that it would make her sleep.

One spoon of formula and she spat it, second and third spoons were also rejected. So I hand-expressed some breast milk directly on spoon and she drank it greedily. Another spoon of formula was puked and another spoon of breast milk was gulped down. It became a game for us that night. Despite our exhaustion, We laughed every time she spat formula and drank "my milk"

That night, I knew that I was doing something very right, no matter what anyone else said.

It has been a month since she herself stopped breastfeeding.
I was told many many times that I should "try" to stop her because it will not let her be independent, because she is not eating solids properly, because she is clingy, because later it will be next to impossible to wean her, because this is causing global warming (yes, pun!) And what not.

But she self weaned, without even a word about weaning.

Last week, she asked me for happu (her word for BM)  and I offered. She sucked for a minute and told me happu khatta ho gaya hai (it's sour now) and I know that we are done for forever.

Though I don't actually miss breastfeeding her but i miss the sparkle in her eyes whenever we breastfed. And I feel clueless on how to make her sleep, how to bring her to bed, how to put a stop on every tantrum, how to soothe every fall and bump! Before, all these things were done just by a glimpse of a boob.

Was it easy? No.
Was it worthwhile? Yes, in all possible ways.

If it were not for BSIM, I could not even think of exclusively breastfeeding my chirpy bird who will be 3 years old in a week. I thank all the admins, moderators and members who are helping new moms, answering all possible questions at all times. You all are doing a wonderful job.

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