Breastfeeding without knowing beforehand - A mother's story

"Breastfeeding, without knowing beforehand"
"L’ Allaitement, sans savoir avant" - You&Milk

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    That sentence could sum up all on its own how, in my life as a woman and a mom, there was a before, but above all, an after.

    Aurélie and Thelma at the maternity ward, a moving first meeting between a mother and her baby - A mother’s story: breastfeeding without knowing beforehand
    If you’d asked me just two years ago whether I was going to breastfeed our future baby, I would have answered (and that’s what I used to say back then, too!), “I don’t know, I’ll see.”

    Every woman is different and approaches breastfeeding in her own way, either thinking about it beforehand or letting things unfold without expectations

    So yes, there are women who say without hesitation, “For me, breastfeeding is an obvious choice; there’s no question about it.” Well, actually, there is a question... because we can want it with all our might, with all our maternal love, and sometimes Nature doesn’t help us.
    Our strength leaves us.
    I wasn’t one of those women, and I own that. I own it because I remain convinced (and this is just my personal opinion) that it was precisely by putting no pressure on myself “before” that I managed to make breastfeeding work during those first months, and for almost 16 months now.

    There is no ONE piece of advice to give about how to prepare for breastfeeding.

    It was so comforting and reassuring for me to see that my husband was taking an interest in breastfeeding. Always without putting any pressure on me

    You see, I have a partner who prepared for breastfeeding (which is quite something, considering that I, as the future mom, didn’t even know whether I would breastfeed! Haha!), and who read a lot about it.
    Not once did he say to me, “Anyway, Aurélie, obviously you’re going to breastfeed.”
    On the contrary, he knew that the best way to support me, and perhaps get me to consider it and think about it calmly, was to give me complete freedom to make that choice.

    Breastfeeding is a very personal matter. You can talk about it beforehand with the future dad, your mom (even if she didn’t breastfeed!), your sisters, your friends, your loved ones, your gynecologist...

    Breastfeeding should not be the result of family or societal pressure.
    Today, we often do things out of conviction, of course, but sometimes also under the weight of a (seemingly perfect) ideal, an ideal often conveyed by social media, or at least by what it chooses to show us.

    Yes, there are plenty of supportive accounts (thankfully!), but a somewhat lost, unsure expectant mother can feel helpless and self-conscious when faced with images of the perfect breastfeeding mom that some people may project.

    You and you alone will know when the time comes, but you’ll need the greatest support from the people you love, especially the person who shares your life.

    I wanted to free myself from that, and during my pregnancy, I rarely checked the accounts and blogs of breastfeeding mothers.
    I was more concerned with having a peaceful, risk-free pregnancy for our baby girl on the way.
    I did prenatal yoga, water aerobics for pregnant women (THE joy of floating weightlessly in the water when you’ve gained 20 kilos!), reiki, meditation, relaxation... anything related to well-being and letting go.
    With the future dad, we also practiced haptonomy (I’ll dedicate an article to it on the blog), which brought us a lot of comfort and emotion, as well as some very lovely moments together, just the two of us and then the three of us.
    Our baby’s well-being and health were THE priority.
    Breastfeeding was less “central” - but no less important - because, in my opinion, that question would come up later, when our baby arrived.

    That didn’t stop us from getting prepared in advance by buying the essentials for a breastfeeding mother: nursing pads, soothing cream for the possible (and very real, so thank you, little tube, for working miracles!) cracked nipples, breast shells, and nursing bras.

    Thanks to that, we could tell ourselves: we’re ready.

    The “funny” thing is that we never considered or thought about buying formula “just in case,” as some people say.
    As I write this, I realize that all these little details were actually signs telling me in a quiet voice, “You’re ready for this; you just don’t know it yet.”

    My own moment of certainty about breastfeeding came with you, Thelma.
    A mother breastfeeding her child for the first time - A mother’s story: breastfeeding without knowing beforehand

    When did I know I was going to breastfeed?
    And so, at the moment when everything was so intense that nothing was rational, at the moment of THE meeting. Our meeting, all three of us.

    It's amazing how maternal instinct, yes, that famous “thing” that can't be put into words, can win you over in a split second, without changing you, without betraying you, no, simply because it was already there inside you, and a little being came along to set it free. I'm convinced breastfeeding is part of it. It's there, buried inside you or as clear as day, and the very second your baby looks at you for the first time, when they seek your warm, comforting breast, you know.

    When Thelma was born (she needed a little help from the forceps, poor little love...), she wasn't breathing, so we only had her against us for a few brief seconds to welcome her and gaze at her, because the pediatrician quickly took care of her just a few inches away from us, allowing us to talk to her without taking our eyes off her, before holding her in our arms.
    Her dad was by her side to reassure her and tell her that soon, the three of us would be cuddled up tight in each other's arms.

    Then came the moment when we heard her little cry, the one that brings you relief, taking your breath away with the greatest relief of your life.

    The midwife, while the gynecologist was taking care of me (I'll spare you the details ;-)...), asked me the question, “Would you like me to put Thelma to your breast? Would you like to breastfeed her?” And without even thinking about it, without even asking myself, “Should I do it or not?”, I answered, “Oh yes!”

    Nothing was ever the same again, and I loved the feeling of letting myself be carried along, with complete trust and no pressure.

    And now, I can tell you that the 9 months when I didn't really give it much thought gave way to the obvious truth of the moment: I was made to breastfeed you, Thelma, to share this with you.

    I didn't know, but months of pure love, skin-to-skin, cuddly feeds, comforting you when you were sad, soothing even the slightest hunger, late at night or very early in the morning, were about to begin…

    Yes, I didn't know BEFORE, but how could I live without it now? ...

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