Breastfeeding has come easily to each of my living children, but it doesn't come so easily to me. For one thing, it can't be planned, steamlined, or proceduralized. For another, it can't be shared with my husband or other caregivers. While most women probably find joy in feeding-on-demand, I struggle with having a lack of control or persuasion. Isaac is hungry when he's hungry, eats for a different amount of time each time, and seems to prefer different sides at different times... for no reason at all. Sigh.
I love being able to nurse my son, but it is an exercise in patience for a control freak like me. I will keep at it, though, because this opportunity to nourish Isaac all on my own will soon pass.
MWM Turns 30
p.s. Suggestions welcomed!
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