Breastfeeding woman

? The 400-day lactation period is finally coming to an end. There will be loss and reluctance. There are many thoughts in my heart. I want to use writing to record that period and the baby. The beauty and happiness of ever having an intimate relationship.

? Woman, you are really outstanding. You are a mother for the first time. Regarding breastfeeding, you have never imagined that you can raise the baby in your arms into the little person you are today. Baby, I'm glad that you didn't find any whining in other people's breastfeeding stories. Some new mothers have short nipples, and the baby can't fully suck the milk. There are also cracked nipples, so painful that they can't breathe, and there are nipples that are stuck. The baby bit it, and I had no choice but to end my breastfeeding period hastily. Fortunately, my breastfeeding story did not have any setbacks beyond my control, so for me, the profound memory of the 400 days seems to be that of holding me in my arms. Feel the happiness in your arms and enjoy the greatness of maternal love.

? On the day the baby was born, I was lying on the hospital bed. The pain in my body made me have no extra energy to take care of the baby. The first time I breastfed, it was the nurse aunt in the hospital who taught me how to hold the baby. Baby, how can we let mother and child get along better with breastfeeding? When the baby can quickly latch on to my nipple and stimulate the secretion of breast milk, at that moment, my heart melts. It turns out that this is the feeling of breastfeeding, too It's wonderful, the tacit understanding that we hit it off with quickly made me promoted to a competent "cow" without any obstacles.

? During the 6-month maternity leave, the most enjoyable thing every day was holding my son and breastfeeding. When he lay quietly in my arms, feeling each other's warmth, supply exceeded demand. It used to be my trouble, and every day At one time, I had a towel beside me to wipe away the spilled milk. I had to get up in the middle of the night to pump breast milk. The only thing that echoed in the night was the sound of the breast pump busy working, and my own eyes that were trying hard to open. It was a pity that the space was frozen and had to be dumped.

? Because I chose breastfeeding, I became cautious about all my diets. I was afraid that due to my own reasons, I would produce milk of substandard quality and cause any discomfort to my baby. I quit the world of alcohol and seemed to quit at the same time. In that noisy circle, because of this choice, some parties were missed and some regrets were left, but there was no way out if one chose. In fact, what scares me the most is when I am sick, I rely on self-healing without any medication. When I had a toothache that made me unable to sleep, I couldn't help but go to the hospital for a check-up, and cautiously told the doctor that I was breastfeeding. So the doctor said something hastily, probably meaning there was nothing he could do. During that time, I kept my eyes open until dawn, smeared Fengyou essence on my face randomly, and then applied ice packs to temporarily numb myself. During the day, I tried hard to relieve the helpless pain through interaction with the baby.

? Because I chose to breastfeed, I have been hesitant to get vaccinated when the epidemic became increasingly serious. People who came here have different opinions. Of course, there are many lactating mothers who have been vaccinated and breastfeed their babies as usual. Some people also suggested that it is best not to get vaccinated because no one can encounter unknown risks. Because they are afraid of potential risks, they have made a cruel decision to postpone the introduction of vaccines and insist on taking daily protective measures, but they are still frightened.

? After my maternity leave, I became a breast-feeding mother in the workplace. Breast pump, blue ice, milk storage bag, and thermal insulation bag were all standard items in my backpack every day. I persisted in carrying it and completed the process, which took more than half a year. mission. The story of breast-carrying is also a special chapter. I read the experiences of those who have experienced it in Xiaohongshu, and I try to do better myself. I'm glad that the company has a breastfeeding room, so that breastfeeding mothers can feel the support they receive when they try their best. And I'm even more fortunate that my department has an independent conference room, which has witnessed my entire breastfeeding period. Of course, it's not Everything went as smoothly as I had hoped. Because of the sense of crisis I had when I just returned to the workplace, I always felt that pumping breast milk was something that was not allowed and I was cautious. What I was grateful for was that I met someone who could tell you directly when I borrowed the conference room. Using the note in action might have prevented unnecessary embarrassment from the leader, and his advice gave me the motivation to back it up.

Pumping breast milk in a conference room is indeed an incredible thing. I carry my schoolbag into the conference room every day, pull up a stool to block the door to indicate that others are not allowed in, and sit behind the door. It is a double guarantee, but in the end it is still There have been times when colleagues wanted to open the door directly. There have also been times when a colleague stopped the pumping process in the middle of a meeting scheduled in advance and ended it hastily. There have even been times when there was no time to pump because of work, which caused swelling and pain. In short, the milk was carried. The story isn't too good, but it's not too bad either.

? In fact, for me, how to become a competent "cow" mother is something I have not seriously studied, but there will always be people who take the initiative to share their experience with you. During the confinement period, playing Under the guise of being beneficial to chasing milk, I have to compromise with food and soups that I don’t like. Because I am living under someone else’s roof, I enjoy the care of others. This seems natural to others, but it always makes me feel constrained because of the unfamiliarity. Unable to refute. Conflicts between generations will always make people go crazy. They have to try their best to control their emotions. This is not an easy thing in itself, but in the end, the overall result is good, because everyone wants to It's all for the good of the baby. As for whether the mother is satisfied, that's another matter.

? If we talk about the advantage of self-feeding, it is that you don’t need to bring too many feeding tools every time you go out, because you only need to bring the "cow" mother, but this is also a tricky thing. Ever since, I have been seen in the park, in the lactation room of shopping malls, and even in the women's restroom. Sometimes, in hot weather, I wear a fig leaf, and the baby and I are sweating profusely. , breastfeeding is no longer a happy experience. The biggest change after becoming a mother is that my face has become thicker. It is not an innate superpower, but maternal love itself is an uncontrollable element. When I hear the baby crying because of hunger, timely satisfaction is my only thought. , there was no time to consider other people’s strange opinions. Fortunately, I was not saddened by others’ incomprehension.

? The standard daily diet includes eggs, pure milk, and soup, both because of nutrition and because I have to try my best to make up for the calcium loss in my body, and this kind of eating habit is not something I can do. Around. If you want me to say that one of the greatest things about me during breastfeeding is that I got used to drinking pure milk without other rejection reactions. I used to have diarrhea and discomfort as soon as I touched pure milk in my stomach, and I even got sick because of the taste of pure milk. I hate it, but now I can even drink the mellow taste of pure milk. This change really makes me feel amazing. Although there is a lot of food, I still become a woman who others say will not get fat. Of course, it is because I do not have a good appetite, but also because the nutrition is transferred to the child.

? The noon feeding on April 3, 2022 became the last intimate contact between me and my baby. This can be said to be within the plan, but I hope it is not the final contradictory decision. I once tried to quit breastfeeding because I woke up at night and was addicted to milk, but in the end I still gave in because in the end it was because no one could accompany me to share the hardship, so why should I deal with my own thoughts? I gave up the idea of ??quitting breastfeeding. But the pain I endured, both physical and psychological, accumulated over time. The pain in my back that I couldn't sleep at made my breastfeeding operations difficult. The pain I suffered without attention and understanding was infinitely exaggerated as I endured it silently.

? Taking advantage of the holiday, I ruthlessly put the sling on the first night to sleep, but I cried so much that I was helpless. There were several times that I wanted to just breastfeed, but in the end I held back. I fell asleep and woke up crying again. My mother-in-law who wanted to help put me to sleep at around 10pm, but it turned out that others were playing with me. I sat in the living room and looked at the clock and felt anxious. Finally, my father took the baby out. We continued to try other ways to coax him to sleep, and finally fell asleep because he was too sleepy. However, the crying when he woke up in the early morning made us grumpy. We were completely uncoaxed and only focused on the crying baby, leaving us helpless. . Thinking that I would wake up at this point in the past to breastfeed, I asked my father to prepare milk powder. After resisting for a long time, I was finally willing to drink 50 ml. Finally, I continued to pat myself to sleep, and fell asleep with humming sounds. The first day was not smooth. Everything was normal during the day, feeding milk powder when needed, feeding porridge when needed, and playing when needed, but the old mother was left to catch up on sleep, and began to be afraid of the coming of night.

The next night, I wanted to be able to sleep after feeding the milk powder later, so I continued to sleep with a sling. Unsurprisingly, she kept crying. I woke up crying when I fell asleep, and continued to coax her to sleep, intermittently. In the end, she refused to take any milk. It was a cycle of waking up from crying and being coaxed to sleep. The long night finally passed. During the day, I saw the baby's eyes swollen from crying. I, who had vented my temper at night, looked distressed and felt guilty.

? Finally, things improved on the third night. After feeding the milk powder and putting him to sleep, it was the most difficult stage for me, but the baby was rolling on his own without crying. Lying on my body, I stroked his back and patted his butt. The baby hugged me tightly with both hands, as if he could only fall asleep by smelling his mother's scent. After a while, he was successfully coaxed to sleep like this. I didn’t wake up crying in the middle of the night as I was worried about. The feeling of sleeping through the night was simply not that good. My old mother had a back injury and couldn’t stay up all night. She habitually woke up in the early morning and heard the little person next to her. Breathing shallowly, I suddenly felt that our mother and son had become independent entities. He no longer relied on his mother's breast milk to grow.

? The days went by day by day, and the journey of quitting breastfeeding was declared successful on the third day. This was a result that I could not have imagined. It surprised me smoothly, and suddenly I felt that my baby had grown up. , began to understand the language expressions of adults, and knew that there would no longer be breast milk. I simply wanted to smell my mother’s scent and fall asleep. I was also very satisfied. I began to completely adjust my work and rest habits, sleep through the night, and slowly began to adapt to having only one The daily routine of feeding milk powder has gradually adapted to the pattern of mothers going to work during the day. The mother has also begun to pay attention to the baby's silent protests and no longer deprive him of his abilities. A variety of dishes have replaced the three meals a day of rotten porridge. The baby My appetite also began to improve.

? The baby’s adaptability is much better than I imagined. My mother’s withdrawal from breastfeeding made me feel the wonder of the body again. Three days before I decided to stop breastfeeding, my chest was swollen and painful until late at night. I woke up and pumped some out every day to eliminate the pain, but the elders at home saw me and told me to endure it and it would pass. The current pain made me feel that such words made breastfeeding mothers look cheaper. Why? If you don’t take the initiative to cry out pain and find ways to relieve it, why should you accept it all silently with endurance? Even the man around you doesn’t care about what you have endured and will feel angry. He may even ask you if you want a drink in a teasing tone. When you are having sex, you find that the man around you is no longer someone who is willing to spend time and energy to love you, and you feel cold and unwilling to make any reaction. Fortunately, gradually, I found that my body had received the signal that I was no longer producing milk. I no longer felt swelling and pain in my chest. I no longer tossed and turned in the middle of the night, and I no longer worried about the swelling and pain that made me restless. It took nearly a month. , I found that I could no longer express breast milk, and then a little bit of milk could flow out only when I squeezed hard. This was considered to be a complete quitting of breastfeeding. It was over when there was no need anymore. What a miraculous transformation.

? Let’s raise a toast to celebrate, for our mother and son to grow further together! Goodbye, the days of breastfeeding, goodbye, the feeling of my skin as a new mother, goodbye, the past late nights and careful recording of three meals a day. In the days to come, we will break through more difficulties together and create more beauty and happiness.