I am now in the midst of the hardest thing I have ever done in my life – breastfeeding. What is odd is that this might be my biggest challenge ever but I have a furious determination that I also have never before experienced. I so badly want to be successful at breastfeeding – I want to be a good mom and give my son the best nutrition I can.
Though it seems it should be the most natural process in the world – this is how new life has been sustained for thousands of years after all – it is not. Like many things in life it comes easily for some and not so easily for others. I fall in the not so easily category.
My ambitious eater is feeding between every hour to two hours right now. Our pediatrician tells me this is what you call a “growth spurt” or midnight torture for mom if you ask me. Not only does he like to eat a lot he likes to bite as well. Granted he has no teeth just yet but the pain is real none the less and at 3 am I am close to tears when he starts to wake up and I know I am going to spend the next hour having my nipple gnawed on and being exhausted.
Today, at my visit to my OB I heard this advice; get through the first three months because they are the hardest and then things will get better. In my mind I am thinking “three months! Are you friggin’ kidding me? How am I going to make it three more weeks like this?”
My current approach upon some good advice from a pediatrician is ‘take it day-by-day’ and ‘set short term goals’. When I try to envision month after month of this grueling process I honestly want to cry so taking this one day at a time seems to be the only way my sanity will be sustained.