This post was written as part of The Breastfeeding Cafe's Carnival. For more info on the Breastfeeding Cafe, go to www.breastfeedingcafe.wordpress.com. For more info on the Carnival or if you want to participate, contact Claire at clindstrom2 {at} gmail {dot} com. Today's post is about mothering through breastfeeding. Please read the other blogs in today's carnival listed below and check back for more posts July 18th through the 31st!
Becoming a mother is something amazing in itself. For me, breastfeeding made it that much more special.
Denny wasn't very "involved" for the beginning for Sophie's life. He went to work, paid our bills, and made sure that we had what we needed. Dads aren't really programed with that special mom gene, the one that just tells you what to do. Being 17, I didn't really know that. Instead of throwing him into the waters of parenthood, I eventually gave up and took over everything. I now have a lot of respect for single mothers.
Nursing Sophie helped me to feel special. She needed me. Instead of spending my time resenting my husband, I threw myself into the beautiful bond of mother and baby. It was so rewarding to lay there with her nursing, while she smiled up at me. Many days, even now, she is the reason I get out of bed.
Being stamped as "bipolar," some days are harder than others. Throw in that it was the middle of winter, I had just become a mother, and was handling it on my own - the harder days started to grow. Nursing helped me to feel like I had a purpose. I was quite literally provide life for someone else. I gave her the nutrients that my body made specifically for her.
It is impossible to understand the feeling unless you do it yourself. Sitting with your baby in your arms, and having them look up at you with that milky grin, nursing to sleep, or just putting their hand on your chest while you nurse - it's special.
Denny wasn't very "involved" for the beginning for Sophie's life. He went to work, paid our bills, and made sure that we had what we needed. Dads aren't really programed with that special mom gene, the one that just tells you what to do. Being 17, I didn't really know that. Instead of throwing him into the waters of parenthood, I eventually gave up and took over everything. I now have a lot of respect for single mothers.
Nursing Sophie helped me to feel special. She needed me. Instead of spending my time resenting my husband, I threw myself into the beautiful bond of mother and baby. It was so rewarding to lay there with her nursing, while she smiled up at me. Many days, even now, she is the reason I get out of bed.
Being stamped as "bipolar," some days are harder than others. Throw in that it was the middle of winter, I had just become a mother, and was handling it on my own - the harder days started to grow. Nursing helped me to feel like I had a purpose. I was quite literally provide life for someone else. I gave her the nutrients that my body made specifically for her.
It is impossible to understand the feeling unless you do it yourself. Sitting with your baby in your arms, and having them look up at you with that milky grin, nursing to sleep, or just putting their hand on your chest while you nurse - it's special.
Here are more posts by the Breastfeeding Cafe Carnival participants! Check back because more will be added throughout the day.
- Claire @ The Adventures of Lactating Girl—Mothering in Second Place
- Sylko @ Chaotic Mama—Breastfeeding Carnival: Mothering
- Lexi @ Life As A Mommy—Breastfeeding for Me
- Timbra @ Bosoms & Babes—The Mother I never thought I'd Be
- Shelly @ Lousy Mom—Breastfeeding taught me I'm a lousy mom
- Natasha @ naturalurbanmama—Mothering through Brestfeeding:as Mother Nature intended
- Renee @ Just the 5 of us!—Nursing says it best
- Kaitlin Rose @ Bring Birth Home—Nurturing the (Nursing) Mother
- Kate @ KateIsFun—Breastfeeding and Mothering
- Emily @ Baby Dickey—How breastfeeding has shaped my role as a mother
- And of course the guest poster on the Breastfeeding Cafe’s Blog today is Katherine Anderson—Mothering Defined by Nursing
2 comments:
I love those moments too--and on the chest or as my daughter like sto do-twirling my hair. I am glad that you found purpose with BFing and managed despite your 'stamp'.
I'm not bi-polar, but I am chronically depressed. Curtis has actually told me that he sees an improvement in my depression since Dea was born.
If I were formula feeding, I could just drop her off with her grandparents and go be depressed, but since I'm breastfeeding, I can't really do that. There's no sleeping for 14 hours or laying on the couch drooling like I used to do when I was depressed. Not to say that you can make mental illness go away by becoming a mom, but children give you something to live for and therefore, you live!
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