My sincere friend Hafija started blogging yet another action, which sympathize with all my mother's heart.
I feed
cycem love that! I have oily, almost yellow milk, and remain standing as a little after downloading, it appears at the top layer of fat półcentymetrowa. And I'm very proud! As that is not surrendered and gave up. . .
beginnings were not easy. In the hospital, nobody did not show her how to affix a mammal. It very quickly on one breast malinek got sick and cracks, and thus the scabs.
Ma-sa-kra! Then the feeding was not so wonderful. What can I say, apart from the normal pain in the first karmieniach, I got extra extra. It was hard. Lots of food. Cyc like a stone, and I find the idea of \u200b\u200baffixing had skin crawl. For one day give up on breast-feeding the patient completely. All day it sniffed, rubbed breast healing ointment, and regularly pulled milk Breast Pump, because then I could control the pain. Slowly everything wygoiło, but for me it disappeared a few holes in the patient breast, making the baby less likely to eat the breast, and thus had less and less milk. And in the end came so that I feed my cycem mammal-piece 1, fighting Breast Pump to other milk but not disappeared.
But that's not all. When the second month of fighting with my pins tiger, not once flashed through my head thinking about switching to the bottle. Then no harm robiłabym bobasowi even unknowingly eat not what you need. But I think this only przemykała, because once appeared in a vision not only of our wonderful this time, when my little starveling with wheezing and impatience, nervously grabs the nipple, which we do not have time to even put in his mouth, I'm still at the stage of laying it on the pillow. A feeling of aspiration - divine. Dzidzia working, working, working, and suddenly I feel like a little painfully pouring milk. Mammal stops and waits, looking at me with her large eyes. And after a while begins to gulp loudly and quickly. A small pink tongue covers the bottom of the breast, creating a sweet trumpet. . . And then munching, wheezing and groaning. I keep a handle on the other awkward embrace, and the shura leg pillow. And those eyes. . . Full of devotion and gratitude. And finally, a smile from ear to ear. This saucy little. I jeszce wymemłanie breast for a moment and oblizanie Pysia and smeared it around. . . And the end. Our five minutes had passed :-)
I would I give this up? In real life! That is why I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, which "is not fancy," which forgo feeding because they already feel like to eat barbecue, drink Drina, or smoke a pipe, or just consider it to be "animal".
while we understand that can not feed the reasons beyond their control. Verbatim im sorry, because I know that for me it would be extremely difficult.
But I did it. Persistently. Survived the pain and the crying baby at the breast, where I felt as if he was poisoned my cyc. Yes, yes. Once your baby has colic, the damn, I felt like I was pouring poison in his next, which will again suffer. Only then I remembered the words of our private midwife, who claimed that breastfeeding is another myth, because the modified milk colic did not persist, because it's immature digestive system fault, not cyca.. .
Aaaaa, at the end I can not help mentioning a strange phenomenon, when the mere thought of my maluszku when it is time feeding, I feel like cycach takes milk. As if there was a strange, metaphysical, lactation bond between mother and baby. . .
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