Today, I'm going to talk breastfeeding. As I write, Toby is 14 days old and I feel that my experiences so far are worthy of a post, partly just so I can focus on how it's been but also in the hope of maybe being a small hope to other new Mummies.
Throughout my pregnancy, my party line had been that I wanted to breastfeed but that if for whatever reason it didn't work, then I'd switch to formula and get on with it. That's still a principle by which I stand, because I'm a firm believer that the benefits of breastfeeding don't out weight the benefits of a calm, happy Mummy and baby, but what I hadn't counted on were the immense emotions that are attached to feeding your baby.
At an hour and a half old, Toby wriggled himself up to my breast and latched on, feeding for 20 minutes. It felt like the most natural thing in the world and I was over the moon! By the time we were discharged, 6 hours after his birth, Toby hadn't fed any more and the midwives told me to call if we had any issues before our appointment back there the next morning for Toby's routine checks.