Yes, okay, ‘mom’s’ milk would be better for the infant. As I am expecting my first child, I cannot bring myself to bring it about. Imagine my little love baby hanging from my breast, taped, glued… no! Yet I read articles, I inquired and I even went to a public meeting given by the PMI. And always NO… While my belly grew (my belly? What am I saying? My legs, my fingers, my feet, my cheeks, my breasts…), everything increases in me, this furious desire to nurture, to love, to cuddle, to bathe too… but still no breastfeeding. And there, I have to meet the contemptuous looks of the “super moms” who do it, the sharp comments of the midwives and the perfect beautiful family who judge and judge …
But no, imagine me the breast outside and the rest of the world admiring this newborn so perfect… I am told: “Yes, but you can isolate yourself! “, And I imagine myself alone in a dismal room to share this so intimate moment face to face, and I can already hear the mistakes:” Decidedly, she does nothing like everyone else! »I imagine myself arriving at a friend’s house and having to go into exile alone in a corner, listening to the laughter with this breast, outside … Then it is the future dad who will end up letting me stick to my decision definitively. No, I will not breastfeed… NO NO AND WAIVER.
Finally, this intense moment arrives: “Push, push…. “And” it’s a girl !!! »(Yes, even that we did not want to do it like everyone else! Refuse to know the sex of this wonder hidden in the hollow of my lairs). And there jhad to fight against this old midwife which stuck my wonder to my breast. Then I had to fight that frustration when that same old midwife refused to let me give my daughter the first bottle. A hard stay in maternity, very hard because of this choice… Then finally, Papa, very proud, gave one of these damned bottles to his daughter. These two beings that I loved the most in the world exchanged looks of love and tenderness. And there, he said to me: “That’s it, I’m a father.” At that moment, I found my choice generous. Yes, indeed, what could be more beautiful than to see this marvelous little one being carried for nine months reveling in the reassuring arms of his daddy of “daddy’s milk”. Wouldn’t breastfeed be ultimately a selfish choice? What a joy to be able to pass the hand so easily, one night when fatigue prevents us even from hearing Baby’s cries, an afternoon to be savored with friends, and hop, a bottle.
As for the links, that all those who do not intend to breastfeed be reassured, blood ties are stronger than breast ties. I am very close to my daughter, because listening, present as much as I can be. The arrival of a little brother 20 months later, also brought up with a bottle despite these same thoughts (but after having changed maternity hospital and having fallen on a tolerant midwife), has not changed anything in this link that I have. forever unites with my daughter, and he’s just as strong with my son. respect us! I respect young mothers who breastfeed, respect those who do not make the same choice. Show tolerance, because the best way to feed your child is with love.
Annelyne
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