Breastfeeding? Yes, I’m breastfeeding.
Ah, good! The others also breastfed?
Oh, very good. How long did you breastfeed them?
Uhh ….. For 5 years.
Here’s where I always struggle a little to explain.
Such is conversation with strangers sometimes these days. You know, when you have a 3 month old in tow. My smiley, charming, cuddly Piglet who, by the way, was delighted to find that he could turn his volume up a notch today at the restaurant. GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
It’s almost, well … embarrassing.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no qualms talking about breastfeeding. Everyone knows its the best for babies.
But when you tell people you have been breastfeeding for 5 years, you sort of get the feeling that you come across as a Breastfeeding Junkie.
I never intended to breastfeed this long. I hadn’t a clue about babies until I got pregnant with my first baby. That’s when I attended a compulsory pre-natal class about breastfeeding at the government hospital I was going to for pre-natal check ups.
The nurse conducting the class waved her hand emphatically across the room.
“How many of you would feed yourself canned food everyday? None of you, yes? Then why do you want to feed your precious baby canned milk?”
“Cow’s milk is for cows. Cow brains.”
“Do you know what’s in formula milk? Do you think the so-called DHA in formula milk is really DHA? Ahh… go check it out on the internet. Find out for yourself what kind of DHA it is. Do you think you can really put original DHA into a can?”
I never did check it out. But I was sold. I was put off infant formula milk forever.
After that, I never had any definite timeline intentions at all, except to nurse my Bunnies as long as they wanted to. My lactation consultant okayed tandem nursing after checking my pregnancy history, so on I went.
And I’m still breastfeeding now. Both Piglet and his older brother, Lamb. Puppy breastfed until just before her 5th birthday. Like my lactation consultant said (God bless her soul), “You have 2 breasts, right?? You can breastfeed 2 kids at one time.”
Here’s where you might gag.
But it’s been a great journey for all of us. Seriously. Sort of like the glue that’s held the kids together when they feel sick, tired, left out, or when they want to feel close to me and NOTHING else I offer will compensate.
I could go on and on about breastfeeding. Tips. Keeping the milk going. Nursing wear. Nursing in public. Night-time nursing.
But oh.. there’s Piglet, calling out for his next feed.