I haven’t written very many posts on breastfeeding, and there’s a reason for that — I wasn’t really successful at breastfeeding Charlie.

Before Charlie was born, I knew that I wanted to breastfeed and hopefully make it to a year like many of my friends had. I knew Charlie wasn’t latching correctly from the very beginning because my nipples were painfully cracked and sore. But I used a nipple shield and continued to try on whatever side was less sore. When he was a month old, I finally contacted a lactation consultant who was very helpful in showing me how to hold him correctly, and how to get him to latch correctly. But even when Charlie had a good latch, he couldn’t remove enough milk to get full, so my lactation consultant suggested that I give him a small bottle after each nursing session. Trying to breastfeed and pump was very time consuming, but I felt like I would be a failure as a mom otherwise, so I continued to try.

It was much easier for me just to exclusively pump because I knew exactly how much Charlie was eating and that he was full. And as my milk supply increased, pumping became even easier. I started breastfeeding less and less until eventually I ended up nursing Charlie only to comfort him or get him to sleep, once or twice a day at most. After we sleep trained at 4 1/2 months and Charlie started sleeping through the night and putting himself to sleep for naps, I gave up breastfeeding altogether. I continued to pump exclusively until he was 9 months old and would have gone to a year, but we got bed bugs, I ingested pesticides, and Charlie was allergic to my milk. But that’s a long story for another day.

I was never able to pinpoint exactly why Charlie wasn’t able to breastfeed effectively. Maybe it had to do with his underdeveloped larynx. Maybe it had to do with his swallowing issues that didn’t resolve until he was a year and a half. Maybe I just didn’t try hard enough. Whatever it was, I never loved breastfeeding that much, so I wasn’t particularly sad to give it up. But I didn’t beat myself up too much about it because Charlie was healthy and thriving, and I was able to provide him with exclusive breastmilk until he was 9 months old.

Fast forward to Olive and I’ve had a completely different experience.  She latched correctly right away, and even though she was bottle fed exclusively during her extended hospital stay, she has had no problems switching back and forth between bottle and breast. It has been a wonderful bonding experience to be able to breastfeed and provide for Olive in a way that only I can. She loves comfort nursing until she just falls asleep in my arms. When it’s just the two of us, it’s definitely much easier to exclusively breastfeed – no bottles to warm or wash.

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I do enjoy our special time together, but I must admit that I don’t want to nurse her for every feeding. I’m more than happy to breastfeed a couple of times a day, and have others help bottle feed Olive pumped milk the rest of the time.

Sometimes I wish I was one of those women who cherished their breastfeeding experience and never wanted it to end. But unfortunately I’m not. While I do enjoy nursing Olive, I’m very much looking forward to the day when I can wean her.  I’ve been pregnant, pumping, or breastfeeding for most of the past 3 years, and I still have a year to go.  It may be a little selfish, but I can’t wait until I don’t have to worry about mastitis and clogged ducts. Until I can sleep on my stomach. Until I no longer have to wear nursing pads or a bra to bed. Until I can enjoy a couple glasses of wine. Until I can have my body back. But I bet one day when Olive doesn’t want to nurse anymore, I’m going to be really sad.

How did you feel about your breastfeeding experience? Did you love it? Hate it? Feel indifferent about it?