I wanted to write a quick post about breastfeeding.
I haven’t blogged about breastfeeding in awhile. A couple of months ago, that was all I blogged about.
That’s because a couple months ago, that was all I thought about. It consumed my life. It wasn’t just the fact that, as a newborn, Norah needed to be fed constantly. It was the fact that no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t feed her. My body wouldn’t let me. Breastfeeding was NOT working for us.
Fast forward to today, when I had said this exact thing to my hubby:
“I don’t know how we’re ever going to get her to take a bottle or eat solids. I feel like there needs to be consistency. I need to just pick a meal every day and stick with it. But, it’s so much work. Breastfeeding is just so much easier.”
Honestly, if you would have told me I would be saying something like that back in March, I would have laughed in your face. Then I would have cried. Just because, back then, pretty much everything made me cry.Keep Reading