“At the time when our ‘big’ was born (in 2005), I had just turned 21, I only knew about bottles and had no knowledge of breastfeeding, nor my wife for that matter. I had talked about it before giving birth, she wanted to try to breastfeed, half-heartedly, neither did I. We told ourselves that at worst we would give a bottle, like everyone else. And then that night when Ryan was born my wife also turned out. She immediately hooked. And me, I found it magical! At first it really struck me as weird. How could my son feed himself from my wife’s breast? Was he eating enough? I then let myself be guided by the mother who reassured me about the benefits of breastfeeding.
The relationship between my wife and I is often put on hold
The most “annoying” moments during the first months were the surges of milk, impressive and overflowing, that’s the case to say ! I also struggled to find my place at the beginning, I told myself that I was not used for much. But I did other tasks for our sons. Granted, I’ve never bottle-fed my children in my life, but I contributed to their breastfeeding, in my own waye. At night I brought the baby to our bed. The breastfeeding was like this, often we all fell asleep, and in the end it lasted three years each time.
For the second, we didn’t want the big one to feel rejected because the baby was going to sleep in our room, in our bed. As a result, in the evening, we were no longer three but four in bed. It is not always obvious. But we try to do the best. After the cuddly moments, they go to their respective beds. The concern is that our youngest refuses to sleep in his room, he constantly wants to be near us. So that he feels good, we therefore installed a small bed next to ours.
The relationship between my wife and I is often put on hold. But we found some tips by making appointments. I tell myself that we are taking full advantage of our children now, that they are growing up quickly and that we will have plenty of time to do what we want later.
My wife is sad to have to quit
“Our main topic today is the end of breastfeeding. I can see that this prospect makes my wife sad. I think she needs to stop gently. We try to explain to our son, but in vain … She has already reduced feedings to two a day. We’ll see next month. I don’t want to force her, I don’t care as long as she lives it well. But the entourage is quite heavy, it’s annoying. And if we had to do it again? I start again tomorrow. Why deprive yourself of such a well-made nature? I often tell my wife that she is incredibly lucky to be able to breastfeed. J‘would have liked, me too, to have this bond so strong with our son.