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Imagine you are a first-time mother, cradling your newborn tenderly in your arms. The love and uncertainty of whether you can breastfeed wage a battle...
Imagine you are a first-time mother, cradling your newborn tenderly in your arms. The love and uncertainty of whether you can breastfeed wage a battle that makes you feel even more incapable, but something in your mind tells you: "Yes, I can. My body is prepared for this."Real Story: During my pregnancy, I wasn't working, which was perfect for reading and reading. Despite having read (what I thought was a lot) about breastfeeding, none of it was enough.The day of my son's birth arrived (via c-section). In the sterile room, far from my son for at least 2 hours after his birth, they finally hand him to me. Supposedly for breastfeeding, but... My memory played a trick on me; everything I had read were just words, phrases, and sentences that distanced themselves from reality. All the books assumed that my breasts would gush forth with breast milk from day one, but that wasn't the case. While I had read that my baby's suction would generate breast milk, how the heck did I make him suck? I never read that. No one explained it to me. The medical staff seemed absent. My cortisol levels started to rise, and my hopes began to fade. Then they suggested that to prevent him from losing weight (which is so common in the first few days of life), I should give him formula. With resignation, I agreed because both doctors and nurses had squeezed my nipples between their fingertips, and no milk came out. There was no time to waste; the baby had to be fed. My baby and I were in uncharted territory, and my initial efforts were frustrating. I won't go into further detail because I don't want to make you cry, but all I wanted to do was run away. The next day, my family visited. My sister, who had already had children, suggested, "Bring him closer to your breast, when he cries, he'll open his mouth wide, and you push his head toward the nipple, and he'll learn and instinctively start sucking." Magic! After about 5 times with the same exercise, it worked.In the video, you can see my son, I don't know if he's playing or joking with the breast. Breastfeeding was a complete success. Whether the method my sister gave me was the most suitable? Probably yes or no, but it worked. There may be gentler methods for both the baby and the mom, but I'm thankful to my sister because she insisted on showing me the way, and it worked. Would I have liked to have a lactation consultant? Well, yes, but to be honest, I didn't even know this existed. If I had known, I would have taken updated courses to approach my big moment differently and avoid all the stress and feeling of incapability. At first, I felt like nothing had prepared me for what I truly faced. My baby and I were in uncharted territory, and my initial efforts were frustrating. Over time, I learned to interpret my baby's cues, establish a deep bond, and overcome obstacles with confidence. Every challenge became an opportunity for growth, and my relationship with breastfeeding flourished.If you've ever felt like me, I want to tell you that you are not alone. Your journey can also be a story of love and learning. With the right support, you can discover the beauty and joy of breastfeeding. Enroll in the Mindful Breastfeeding course and start becoming friends with breastfeeding using gentle and modern methods. Now it's your time.https://gentlebirth.teachable.com/p/nippleninja...#MindfulBreastfeedingProgram #GentleBirth #Mindful #Mindset #Breastfeeding #freecourse | GentleBirth