The start of my Breastfeeding Journey

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Hello everyone I am going to be joining in with World Breastfeeding Week from the 1st August – 7th August 2015. I will be sharing two posts about my experience.

Thank you for hopping over from Live Oxfordshire. My first post: The Start of My Breastfeeding Journey sponsors today include Boobie Milk with a £50 voucher, Cherub Chews who are offering a breastfeeding necklace and Loveyush who are offering a breastfeeding scarf for our Grand Prize winner. Over £700 worth of goodies are up for grabs. If you would like to enter you can at the bottom of the post via the Rafflecopter.

The Start of My Breastfeeding Journey

I couldn’t have wished for a better little girl that is my Sophia to start my breastfeeding journey.

She made her entrance into the world slow and steady, but as soon as her head was out she started crying while still inside me, so I soon learnt she was a little eager to be here, maybe a little impatient about it too. She was quickly whisked through my legs and the complete euphoria of holding my new sticky and slightly wet baby was overwhelming. I looked down at her, arms wide spread and screaming at me, her deep blue eyes, she was complete perfection in my arms. My whole world.

I hadn’t ever planned to breastfeed as such. For me it wasn’t a question of breastfeeding or bottle feeding. It was just what you do, you breast feed your baby, this is how it has always been in my mind. It is something I have always wanted to do.

When I held her for the first time I just wanted to pull her close and hold her at my breasts. It was natural. It is what I had always known and I couldn’t wait to start breastfeeding her.

We had a tough two weeks the two of us, sore cracked nipples, lots of tears of pain and frustration from myself, and Sophia at times not been able to latch properly. But we pulled through, we did it and we made it to 6 months.

When she was 9 months old I had desperately wished I was still breastfeeding so I vowed to myself that when I had my next child I would breastfeed for as long as I could, possibly even let the baby self wean. I couldn’t wait to breastfeed again, to hold my newborn close and nurture the little bundle. I think I wanted this so much more than normal because I had stopped breastfeeding Sophia too soon.

The second time around that’s what I did, my first breastfeeding experience with my son was better than I could have ever dreamed. Even more so because I was a second timer I knew it was tough, I had no allusions about it all. And well I was ready to come out of it all with high spirits and not regretting I had given it all up too soon.

It’s funny even though I breastfed Archie for 18 months it still feels like I had Sophia at my breast longer than him. It was all a lot slower with Sophia, a little new, and very much taking each day as it came, conquering my fears of breastfeeding in public was one thing I did manage to do. This was something I rarely did with Sophia in fear of what others would think of me. I remember once I took her for a walk to the park knowing she would need feeding soon, in an effort to force myself to feed in public. But when there I was desperate to be at home, comfortable and not in front of strangers. But I did it, I made it, I fed her in the park on the grass, albeit very discreetly. Here I am just after feeding her.S BreastfeedingMy son, my second experience gave me the most beautiful breastfeeding experience. A truly magical, and loving bond that has lasted ever since. I gave him the best I could for 18 months and although I would have loved to carry on longer. I breastfeed him everywhere and anywhere, with no fear, no worries and I was lucky enough to only be blessed with positively from other mums and woman. My sister in law even breastfed him for me.

I can safely say I have no regrets. I sit here and I am proud of the time we shared. I gave everyday my all. Every breastfed snuggle, every gentle stroke from his little hand on my back or side, every cheeky grin with my nipple in his mouth. All of it. It still gives me goosebumps, makes me happy just to remember that I did it, I did what I set out to do. I accomplished my goals as a mum. I breastfeed my babies because I wanted to breastfeed. It was my choice, and I was lucky enough to have the choice and I savoured every moment. Thank you babies for giving me those milky cuddles.

Following on from my journey, please do hop over to The Princess Poet’s Blog to see how her journey began and be in with more chances to enter the grand prize draw. Remember you need to earn 50 points to be eligible, full details can be found on the Keep Britain Breastfeeding Site.

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    • Tanita
      August 1, 2015 / 9:51 pm

      Thank you Helen x

  1. August 1, 2015 / 9:48 pm

    Lovely blog. We’re at 14 months of breastfeeding now, and plan to do as you did, and breastfeed until he is ready to stop.

    Beautiful journey. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and photos 🙂 x

    • Tanita
      August 1, 2015 / 9:51 pm

      Thank you so much Zoe. That’s amazing, it is so lovely. I feel so lucky to have been able to breastfeed for as long as I did xx

  2. Leanne Lunn
    August 1, 2015 / 10:26 pm

    Love your blog post, I don’t really have a dress to impress outfit :/

  3. Adventures of a Novice Mum
    August 2, 2015 / 7:57 am

    What a lovely story of your breastfeeding journey; so different from the blog I hopped from. That’s the beautiful of it , isn’t it. Each of us with our different stories and its effect on it.

    So pleased that you reached your goal the 2nd time around. So fab that you have such wonderful memories to look back on.

    If you were telling me your story face to face, I’d ask why you stopped with your first at 6 months and why you changed your mind about it later. I’ll tell you how intrigued I am that you breastfed because it’s something you’ve always wanted to do. I wonder if it’s because you grew up seeing breastfeeding as the norm. #PositiveAboutBF

    You’re welcome to join in with #BreastfeedingandI if you ever fancy. 🙂

  4. Martina Pichova
    August 2, 2015 / 8:08 am

    To dress to impress is a not too short dress and not heels – I can’t walk in them.

  5. gemma clark
    August 2, 2015 / 4:14 pm

    Not much I can wear to impress at the moment, all that fits