Breastfeeding is the most natural thing in the world and in some countries, fundamental to the survival of your child, especially where clean water is not available. Breastfeeding rates in Ireland are the lowest in Europe at 56% on discharge from hospital compared with 90% in America and 81% in the UK. There is a large group of women banding together to normalise breastfeeding in Irish society again. Many women meet their baby with the intention of breastfeeding but this sometimes doesn’t work, with tongue tie and a lack of support being primary drivers of a breastfeeding journey ending prematury.
When I had my first baby I always planned on feeding him. I wanted to give him a strong start and knew of the unparralled benefits breast milk offers a baby. However no one mentioned how hard it is and it’s not any easier on a second child.
Even if you have a straight forward start to your journey, it should be acknowledged that it’s not easy.
For example I am currently sitting here at 5am trying to get my son back to sleep after a feed.
Breast feeding can be a lot of pressure as you are the only one that can do it. My husband is a fabulous support. But he sleeps soundly every night while I sit here feeding our little one and during the day, sometimes nothing but boob can settle your baby.
I find night feeding the hardest as its the most lonely. A night with a baby can vary so much but here is one of my nights 2 weeks ago, as an example:
9.30pm, I get ready for bed, my son’s feed is due soon and I want to be in bed. A feed lasts about 20 minutes but he is a bit unsettled lately. So it takes a while to fall asleep. 10.30pm he is finally in a deep enough sleep to get him into the side sleeper and grab some sleep myself.
11pm, our toddler is awake and having a tantrum. My husband is in with him but the kicking and screaming has nearly woken the baby. I lie there pleading for the baby to stay asleep. Thankfully he is in a deep enough milk coma and stays asleep. Finally the toddler is settled by 11.20 and I can try get some sleep.
1.30 am, the baby is awake. So it’s up to change his nappy and feed him. I hold him until 2.30 and pop him back bed, hoping I will get a good stretch.
3.45am he is awake already, that wasnt much of a sleep! I get him up, skip a nappy change given he wasn’t asleep long and give him a feed. Half way through he does a big poo. So it’s out of bed to change the nappy. And feeding process starts again. He is very unsettled and finding it hard to go back to sleep. He drifts close to sleep, my husband coughs and the baby is wide awake. So it’s back in the on for comfort and the rocking starts again. This happens 2 more times. I am so close to kicking my husband out of bed. My rational brain knows it’s not his fault,he is sound asleep, but my sleep deprived brain can only see his cough as the biggest obstacle to getting more sleep.
It’s 5am and he is still not in a deep sleep. I am wrecked. Finally at 5.30 I get him into the side sleeper. Deleriously delighted as my head hits the pillow. 7am and the toddler is awake ready to start a new day.
Total sleep: 5hrs 45 mins
Longest period of continuous sleep: 2 hours
Currently feeling: exhausted
As hard as feeding is, as lonely as those sleepless nights are, the bond that feeding my baby brings is totally worth it. It’s such a magical feeling. Seeing my baby get stronger taking only my milk is such a special feeling.
Yes its hard but seeing him thrive makes the sacrifice of sleep worth every second. After all, there will be plenty of time to sleep when the boys as older. So for now I will simply enjoy our cuddles and envision how I plan on waking the boys up early in the morning when they are teenagers. 😂