Hmm. How shall I say this? I should probably put on some sort of protective headgear before making this confession -- but here goes nothing.
I hated breastfeeding. HATED it. Loathed it. (There. I said it.)
And that's why I only did it for a couple of weeks before I threw in the towel, switched my son over to the bottle, and never gave offering the boob a second thought.
Yes, I'm fully aware that telling the world that breastfeeding just wasn't my thing won't earn me any "mother of the year" titles, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice, because this needs to be said.
(And I know I'm not the only mom who feels this way. No, I'm not. I promise. I'm just one of the only ones who's willing to admit it.)
When I had my son seven years ago, I had every intention of breastfeeding him exclusively. He latched on fine after a day or two, and once my milk finally came in, I told myself a million times over that I "could do this," and vowed to stick with it even if it became difficult at times.
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But then when it pretty much took over my life and made me even more exhausted, overwhelmed, and depressed than I already was, I realized that breastfeeding was never going to be my cup of tea.
From the moment I gave it up, I never regretted my decision for one second. And if I ever were to have another baby, I'd probably pop him on the boob for a day or two to get the colostrum, but then I'd reach for the bottle again without hesitation.
Again, I hated breastfeeding. And here are a few reasons why.
Do you breastfeed? Do you love it or hate it?
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