I have been going back and forth for a while now about whether I wanted to post this blog. It's a pretty sensitive subject for me, but maybe there is someone out there that needs to read this today, or maybe I myself will need to read it again at some point.
It's been 49 days since I breastfed Seth.
December 9th, 2015 was the last moment that him and I had and I didn't even know it at the time.
A close friend asked me a few months into motherhood what my favorite part of being a Mom was and without hesitating I responded with, breastfeeding. Don't get me wrong, the first week was hell. It hurts and sometimes you feel like all your good for is your milk. If anyone ever told you that breastfeeding was going to be easy, I would laugh at them - quite literally. But, it was and is the most beautiful, special moment of motherhood that I have experienced thus far. I am thankful that we got 5 months as I know many moms out there can't say that much or any at all. But I am sad that I can't say we got to __ months. I long for that moment. Just one more time.
But, my child is more important than my selfish desires. I hadn't really viewed it that way until my husband thanked me for putting Seth's needs before my own desires and then it hit me. That's exactly what needed to be done and what the Lord had given me the strength to do (with the help of countless phone calls to my mom and sister). I'm not going to get into all that we went through or what led us to the decision. It was a long, stressful road. But, as badly as I wanted it, the thing that I loved most about being a mom was now the thing that I dreaded. It was ruining my relationship with Seth and it was time to call it. He didn't think twice when we switched him over to a bottle and a week later when we made the full switch to formula he acted as if nothing had changed. For this I am thankful. I'm sure that saved me from more heartache had he fought the changes.
Do you know what the dumbest part of it all was? Did I want to breastfeed Seth? Absolutely. I wholeheartedly did and I still do. But I was afraid. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. I was embarrassed. I didn't want to go to the store and buy formula. All of the moms would see me. Because this world that we live in has labels. Ridiculous labels. They've been around forever and I've known them to be there for how thin you have to be or what color hair makes you the most beautiful, but it wasn't until I became pregnant that I found out the other mountain of labels our society has. You aren't a good mom unless you delivery your baby unmedicated, breastfeed, co-sleep, cloth diaper and refuse vaccinations. It's never ending, it's ridiculous and it's sad - and that's all i'm going to say about that.
Do you know what the dumbest part of it all was? Did I want to breastfeed Seth? Absolutely. I wholeheartedly did and I still do. But I was afraid. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. I was embarrassed. I didn't want to go to the store and buy formula. All of the moms would see me. Because this world that we live in has labels. Ridiculous labels. They've been around forever and I've known them to be there for how thin you have to be or what color hair makes you the most beautiful, but it wasn't until I became pregnant that I found out the other mountain of labels our society has. You aren't a good mom unless you delivery your baby unmedicated, breastfeed, co-sleep, cloth diaper and refuse vaccinations. It's never ending, it's ridiculous and it's sad - and that's all i'm going to say about that.
The topic is still sensitive, the tears are still there as is the longing, but I treasure the snuggles I get while feeding him a bottle and know deep down I made the best choice I could have for my son.
Thank you so much Jeremy, Mom & Sarah <3
I love you guys and couldn't have done any of it without you.