The Joy of Breastfeeding

Surveys show that many women do not like breastfeeding. Some are concerned with maintaining the shape and firmness of their busts while others are unable to bear the pain that goes with it. Apart from these reasons, many can't afford to be just tied up with the child until his weaning period for one reason or another.

 My own experiences proved that breastfeeding takes some sacrifice indeed. There were pains involved and some liberty to give up but I was resolved to give the best milk to my baby at all cost. I have no regrets. I learned breastfeeding is a beautiful sacrifice. It was so painful at first. I would be honest enough to admit that through the pain there were times I was tempted to surrender. At first, my breasts were not seemed ready to give out the milk. My child kept sucking but was not getting enough and my breasts were hurting. He was hungry and crying but my breasts could not satisfy him. That was very bothersome. Should we just both quit? Would it not be better if I put my breasts to rest in favor of bottled milk for his benefit?

 But I decided not to quit. If there is a will there is a way. I gave my baby bottled milk for the time being. but I did not stop there. I went through one-time traditional breast massage to stimulate the production of milk and I consumed lots of boiled malungay (moringga) leaves soup. Then it was like magic. My breast was soon overflowing with milk and ready to nourish my baby boy. Each time I'd breastfeed my child, I'd experience a heavenly endearing connection with him.  It all the more proved that this child of mine is part of me. It was a beautiful union of mother and child, so beautiful beyond my lips could describe. One thing was so sure though. Our love for each other grew more and more.

 Every time I’d feel his tender hands touching my breast I knew he was dependent on me. He needed me more than anyone and for that he loved me more than anyone. I loved him even more and felt all the more obligated to keep feeding him to the last drop of milk from my breast. It is true that mothers can be great mothers even if they don’t breastfeed. However,  the experience of sustaining the healthy life of your child with the milk that flows out of your own breasts is beyond compare. I am blessed that I did not miss this wonderful part of motherhood.