I’ve been up for at least 2 hours now. My daughter is an early riser due to the bus schedule for school. I went to bed really early last night so I didn’t get the chance to do my last pump session before calling it a night. I would usually crawl right back into bed before it’s time to hop on my 8:30 conference call, but I’ve been trying to exclusively breastfeed for as long as I’m able to.
It’s been absolutely draining. Being hooked up to a machine for the majority of the day. And if I’m not attached to the electric pump, I’m walking around with my battery-powered pump or manual pump against me. But this is only the mentally draining part. There’s also the physical exhaustion from the breastfeeding itself. And lately, work has been a bit demanding so eating like I should to ensure milk production has been challenging.
The exhaustion doesn’t deter me from the process though. I absolutely LOVE the bond that I’ve been able to share with Baby Avery. The bond I was able to share with all of children, especially since there are a lot of women who aren’t able to do so. (and considering the challenges of my ancestors) For a short while, I didn’t think Avery would get the latching down because we had difficulty in the beginning. That resulted in cracked, bleeding, and sore nipples that was so painful to deal with coupled with the rest of body healing from childbirth. Nevertheless, we’ve found our groove. And that included upgrading our pump.
The process of relearning how to parent a newborn has been an interesting one. And I’m loving every single second of it.