I cannot believe that Paul will be five months old in just a few short days. It feels like just yesterday I was heading out in a January blizzard to give birth to him!
Over the past five months, everything and nothing has changed in my life. Nothing is the same, yet I can’t remember anymore what it was like for Paul not to be a part of our family. He’s such an easy baby, and has totally meshed into our family without skipping a beat.
And yes, we're thankfully still going strong in the breastfeeding department, without an end in sight.
Paul is the 4th baby I've breastfed, so you would assume I've been through it all, which hasn’t really been the case at all. I’ve experience a few hiccups in the road with Paul that I never had to tackle with the 3 other kids.
For instance, a couple months ago, I developed a milk blister that manifested into a wicked case of mastitis while I was on vacation. Fortunately for me, I knew instantly what I had (thanks to some timely advice from a good friend), and walked myself straight into a clinic.
Ugh, I don’t wish mastitis on my worst enemy. But looking back, even though it was extremely painful, I am so thankful that I was able to use a breast pump for a couple days while I allowed my body to heal. I don't know what I would have done had I not had my pump close at hand. Dare I say it saved our breastfeeding relationship.
And then on a much lighter note, just this past weekend my husband surprised me for our 10 anniversary with an overnight getaway in a very posh local hotel, sans children. Fortunately, I had a couple bags of frozen milk stored away in the deep freezer, so I was able to leave Paul for the evening. According to my Mother-In-Law who cared for Paul, he took the bottle like a champ and didn't even miss me. I'm glad about the bottle part, but beg to differ that he didn't miss me.
For me, breastfeeding is a constant journey of learning through trial by error. Probably the biggest ongoing struggle I've had is mastering the art of breastfeeding in public. I’ll obviously do it, but honestly don’t love it. I'm a very modest, and it's taking a lot of gumption and courage to be brave and feed Paul, regardless of where we are at meal time.
I love my breastfeeding relationship with Paul, and so glad it's worked out so well for us thus far. Sure there have been challenges, but the benefits are too numerous to count!
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