Breast is Best

But a pain in the ass

I knew before I had children that I would breastfeed. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. That’s what boobs are for, after all.

And while I generally don’t mind breastfeeding, there are times that I definitely do. Fortunately, for my babies anyway, I think formula is way too expensive to be used 100% of the time. Breastmilk is FREE. Or, depending on what you’re spending, not.

For example, time. In terms of time, nursing is not cheap. I discovered that I could read during nursing with Monkey. And since reading is my all time favorite thing to do (to the point of dysfunction/addiction), this was fine with me. With the Bun, I prefer DVD watching to reading. Which is why I re-joined Netflix. I have also discovered that I can actually almost sleep while nursing Bun. It’s more like dozing, but it’s definitely better to half-sleep than not sleep at all. I just wake up all the way at some point, rearrange Bun and I in the bed when she is done, and fall all the way back to sleep.

Reading, watching TV and almost sleeping: the short list of things you can do while nursing. Also, reading to Monkey, talking with DearDR… that’s about it.

I cannot go shopping while nursing. I cannot clean while nursing. Cannot do laundry while nursing. And that list could go on and on.

Maybe breastfeeding is a little more expensive than I thought. But I think I’ll keep it up awhile longer anyway. At the same time, I am looking forward to when Bun starts solid foods.

But sometimes really slow

The other issue I am having this time around with nursing is that there are times that Bun just wants to eat and eat and eat. I get a little impatient with this. Is she not eating enough? Am I not producing enough? Can I just give her a bottle of formula after fours hours of on-and-off the boob? (The answer to this last question is yes, already.)

We had a morning like this today. I wanted to get up, do my morning thing, feed her, get showered and get out the door. It didn’t quite work out that way. I think we finally left the house around 11:30 a.m.

And then she was the perfect sleeping baby in the car, in the store, and home again. I even had time to unpack the groceries and eat lunch. So maybe the marathon sessions, although exasperating at times, are working in my favor.

Upon reflection, I realize that the nights that she eats from 7 p.m. to 10 or 11 p.m. (on and off), we do get quite a bit of sleep until the next feeding.

The only thing I am still trying to figure out is how to pump to store milk and then still feed her. It seems that when I pump, the next time I feed Bun she does not get filled up. My sis-in-law#2 (husband’s sis), a champion nurser herself, suggested that I was pumping so much that I wasn’t replenishing the hindmilk — the good, fat milk — that Bun needed to be satisfied. She suggested pumping right before the feeding, a thought I cringe at because pumping is hell on my nipples.

To do at home
As a final note on breastfeeding, I will say while I advocate for the freedom to breastfeed anywhere you like (discreetly, of course), I will add that I am excruciatingly self-conscious about nursing in public. I would just prefer not to, thank you.

But if you want to, go ahead! I don’t even care if you flash me. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.