I am not, however, IN LOVE with breastfeeding. I can certainly see its
1. Pumping! I hate it with a passion! I hate the sound it makes, the fact that I have to clean those damn flanges and bottles EVERY SINGLE DAMN NIGHT, I hate sneaking in to plug it in every night as my baby sleeps, I hate lugging it from home to work everyday, I hate that I can't be social during my shockingly short (read 20 minute) lunch everyday, feeling uncomfortable everytime I lift my shirt up at work praying a high schooler or janitor or fellow staff member won't ignore my sign and barge into my classroom to see me hooked to a machine like a cow) MOOOOOO! I can't stand freezing one more bag of milk...I could go on and on! PUMPING SUCKS!
2. Not owning my body! I don't own myself. I belong to Brynleigh. Everything I do to my body affects her sustinence. It's quite a burden to carry.
3. My inability to be far away for long. I am a working mom, so I'm away from her attached to that God-awful machine 5 days a week from 6:45am - 3:30pm. Therefore, on nights and weekend...I have no free time. I can't justify messing up my supply after 5 months just to be at the gym longer, go to a movie, have a ladies night or travel by myself. I know I could rely on my 700+oz of frozen breastmilk...I. just. can't. do. it.
4. Pushing my body is a no no! If I workout too hard, diet, or miss a meal (on accident of course) I feel like THE WORST PARENT EVER! How selfish of me to mess with her livelihood, deprive her of nutrients, not give her the healthiest diet I possibly can.
5. Nursing bras are not flattering. I don't care what anyone says...they are U.G.L.Y and not conducive to some of my wardrobe. I'm soooooo bored of the 3 nursing bras I have, or one of the 3 nursing tanks. B.O.R.E.D! I'm also sooooo over my jugs! Can I have my little boobs back please?
6. NIP. I'm not embarassed...but sometimes I just want to be alone on my couch, not in a gas station parking lot, grocery store lot, fitting room, at T's karate class, at my MILs, at a kids birthday party...on and on.....and on....
7. Oh nipples...why do you have to be sooooo HUGE! Seriously! You're all National Geographic on me! It prohibits me from wearing some of my most favorite pre-pg tops. Even taping them down is damn near impossible. And since nipping in front of my highschoolers is one of my fears (behind going into labor...oh wait...BEEN THERE...DONE THAT)...I'm not a fan of shirts that just MIGHT show the nips.
8. I know you'll all balk at me when I say this one. You'll scold me for not encouraging my hubby to get up and feed her a bottle sometimes. But I just couldn't justify pumping instead of feeding her, when I was right there...so #8 is being the only one that could get up to feed her in the middle of the night = exhausted!!
Here's the ying to my yang:
1. I feel so close to B when we nurse. It is our quiet, private time.
2. I feel proud that I can help my baby grow strong with only what I make in my own body. Isn't biology amazing!!!!!! (coming from a biology teacher! :))
3. It's damn cheap...especially when you can reuse your pump, parts, etc.
4. It's easy (after cracked nipples heal, engorgement calms down, the latch is perfected, and there is no biting occurring)! I don't have to fuss with bottles or formula. I have my udder cover in my purse at all times. So we're ready to go ON DEMAND! Can't beat that.
5. I hope to be able to donate some of my frozen stash once B is off the boob. I have so much, I can't imagine her burning through all of it. If it happens, I'll be bummed, but I'll be proud I worked so hard for that stash so she can still have mommy's milk after the "from the tap" dries up.
6. I'm certainly glad I got to experience it, and have a positive experience amongst lots of difficult times.
7. I'm a milk machine. I don't know how these barely B's have become such udders, but it's okay by me...and B too :)
8. I do have a pretty nice rack! ;) I better enjoying it while it lasts (and before they turn back into deflated, yet small, balloons). ::sigh::