This title sounds weird, since I’m doing exclusive breastfeeding, but I need to be honest with you. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy breastfeeding; it’s one thing that brings me closer to my son because I look into his brown eyes and fall in love all over again with his little self. I look at him and see how little he is, how cute he is, how much he looks like his dad (with this baby, I scored a clean zero, he literally didn’t get anything from me. Let’s just say, I carried the pregnancy for the dad), anyway, back to the sentence; I look at him and feel the joy of motherhood.
I think the internet has overrated the joy of breastfeeding; don’t get me wrong, it has its joys but let us be real and human, it’s not that rosy as the celebrities and internet makes it look. I think we need to be as real as we can so that we prepare the first time moms as they join us in the motherhood journey. I enjoyed the thought of exclusive breastfeeding until the moment my baby came. The first 5 feeds were good for me, but then the horror began, thus the genesis of this series.
This post, or rather this whole series may be of bad taste to some people, but I hope you will bear with me. For those who will be able to connect to it, please share with me your horror experiences and let us laugh together, as we cannot laugh as they happen!