Breastfeeding: pros and cons, personal opinion

“You know, I breastfed my Max until he was two years old,” my friend Anya boasted.

I admired Max: blood and milk, a very smart guy, calm and reasonable.

Another friend Tasya told me what a joy it is to feed the child herself.

“Contact with mother’s skin is very important for babies, they must remember your smell, your taste, this is the only way you will develop good trusting relationships in the future,” Tasya, the mother of three-year-old Denis, admonished me.

I have read and heard about the importance of breastfeeding everywhere. Whatever blog, forum, site devoted to motherhood, from the very first page, there was a parting word: only mother’s milk! Every friend is a deserved nursing mother of Russia. At the courses for pregnant women in the local antenatal clinic, they categorically stated: if a mother does not breastfeed, then she does not love the child, she is selfish and hypocritical. In general, when the milk did not come immediately after the cesarean, I began to slowly fall into despondency.

In the maternity hospital, doctors examined my breasts twice a day.

“The nipples are flat, the child will not take them, they need pads,” one doctor said.

“You need to take the syringe, cut it off carefully from the side of the thin tip and pull out the nipples, the pads will not help,” the second shared her advice.

“Let the child try to suckle the breast for several hours, and everything will work out,” suggested the third.

“Well, mommy, you haven’t prepared yourself,” the fourth cackled.

And only the fifth allowed us complementary foods, while my baby screamed heart-rendingly from hunger.

In total, I received 8 different recommendations. But milk came to me only when I returned home. It came so that it became bad. Everything that my daughter did not eat had to be drained, I was torn from fullness.

But the holiday did not last long: the milk, as unexpectedly came, also left. I had to go to the store for bottles and mixture.

The clerk at the baby store looked at me like I was a monster. Still, the child is several weeks old, and the echidna mother is already teaching the child to fast food, albeit specialized.

“This is your business, but I would not buy the mixture, try to summon the milk fairies,” she suggested to me.

I was about to burst into tears, how useless I am, but my husband took me out of the store, and then he went in and bought the necessary jar and accessories.

In search of contacts of proven milk fairies, I turned to my friend Tase.

“You have nothing to do, they are called milk fascists behind their backs,” she stunned me. – I transferred Denis to the mixture almost immediately, and there was not enough milk, and due to stress, the latter was gone. Tasia seems to have completely forgotten that she boasted to me as she fed her son with her own milk.

Anya, who “fed Max until he was two years old,” could not help me in any way. It was then that it became clear that not until two, but only three weeks. And then the milk was gone.

“Well, I also had a caesarean, breastfeeding practically does not shine like us,” said Anya. – Stop toil with foolishness and go completely to mixtures, do not torture yourself and your body.

Mom, admit, why are you lying that you fed babies almost to first grade with breast milk? You make other neophyte parents feel flawed. True true! After all, we are ready for the third day not to sleep, for the third day to express and drink teas for lactation, which work on the principle of “dead poultice” in order to reach your dubious heights.

Milk fairies are another story. Almost every mother who successfully breastfeeds her baby or decides that her experience was successful, registers herself as a specialist. As a result, you hear about “feed on demand”, even if these requirements come with a break of half an hour, “feed in your sleep, feed everywhere and always”. And if you don’t feed, burn in hell, because you became a mother by mistake, a very evil mockery of nature.

It seems that if we were in the Middle Ages, those who feed with the mixture would be burned at the stake, and the more successful comrades in lactation would have thrown logs into the fire. Well, the same milk fairies would light the fire at three thousand rubles an hour.

You take a jar with the mixture – there the first thing they say is that you are acting badly, that you should feed your mother’s milk, but so be it, poison the baby – since you don’t love. It remains only to place the baby’s stomach on the label of the can, as on the packs of cigarettes, the affected organs. And the slogan is something like “the mixture kills.”

I will keep silent about mental development, health and other horror stories, they have already set my teeth on edge.

It is interesting

Infant formula was invented in the second half of the 1867th century in Germany. Pharmaceutical chemist Henri (Henry) Nestlé studies the composition of human breast milk and invents the first powdered milk formula, which contains powdered cow’s milk, powdered sugar and wheat flour without starch. In 50, the finished product appeared on store shelves. They asked for XNUMX cents for the can.