Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk!

Says who?

Have you ever breast fed, or even attempted too?

We’ll if so, you feel my pain, and you catch my drift, before I even start telling the story.

And if you haven’t experienced breastfeeding, listen, because you may learn something!
God bless the mommy who breastfeeds, because I WISH that someone would have told me the not so great things about it.

My God, I thought it was the thing to do, until I started doing it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I will breast feed all my babies, because I will sacrifice my nipples for their health, of course. That’s just me. Ain’t nothing wrong with no formula. Shoot, Naomi got on it, right after I no longer could breast feed her anymore. So, there is not right or wrong. It’s just how I like to do it. Although it was devastating on my boobies!

The perks of breastfeeding, they say, is: ‘Breast milk contains antibodies that help your baby fight off viruses and bacteria. Breastfeeding lowers your babies risk of having asthma and allergies. Also, babies who are breastfeed exclusively for the first six months, without any formula, have fewer ear infections, respiratory illnesses, and bouts of diarrhea.’

Yeah chile. So, once I heard this and read about it, I decided to give it a try. God knows it’s a sacrifice, but it’s more than worth it, to me.
But let me tell you. That milk is like bags of money honey. I ain’t lying! Breastmilk is liquid gold. I’m trying to tell you. I remember wasting milk one night when I was sleep deprived and it woke me slam up. I still think about that milk til’ this day. Every time I had to pump, or I ran out of milk on an outing, I would think about that milk I spilt. I literally stood in the kitchen and cried! I’m talking about Boo-Hoo cried, mmm….k! And whoever said, don’t cry over spilt milk was a lie. They dog on sure could not have been talking about no breast milk! Because when I tell you that every, EVERY drop of the breast milk counts, oh, it counts!
I was so exhausted and out of my mind breastfeeding, I can’t even find the words to explain! I mean, it was a lot more than I expected. If I wasn’t feeding, I was pumping. My whole life consisted of breast milk! I couldn’t sleep on my stomach, because of breast milk. I couldn’t go certain places, because breast feeding was way too much to even try I felt like. And forget putting on a shirt that I really liked. And God forbid if Rob touched a titty! Chile! I could not! I just could not.
I reckon my boobies were just as tired as me, because I woke up one day and the left one was like, no more.
I told Rob, “Listen, I can’t do this anymore, and neither can my titties! I quiet. I felt like a weight was lifted up off my shoulder. I don’t regret breastfeeding, and I will do it again. But don’t believe the hype.

I’m Just Saying….

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