God knew what He was doing when He designed mothers to nurse their babies. For nine months I was the only person who had anything to do with Eliana’s growth and development. It was quite a difference to suddenly have the ability to share her with others. Nursing provides me with a continued, but appropriately lessened, sense of responsibility for her. After the shock to both of us of birth, nursing is our sustained point of connection. She continues to need me for nourishment and I can’t be away from her for too long without physical discomfort. Emotionally, I miss her snuggles when we’re apart; even when we’re only apart because she’s slept for longer than normal between nursing. Her sweetness continually delights me.
I’ve been told that the first six weeks of nursing are the most difficult. If we can make it through that first six weeks, we can go as long as we want without much difficulty. I had to remind myself of that several times throughout those first six weeks. I was on a countdown to the day I would be able to nurse without wincing every time. The pain and difficulty of pregnancy thankfully ended, giving way to new pain and difficulty. Labor, delivery, and recovery have been easy compared with pregnancy, so I kept reminding myself that I could handle nursing too.
Like so many other things in life, we must endure the pain and push through the difficulty to get to the place we want to be. The end result is worth the temporary discomfort of the moment. We’ve made it through the difficult first few weeks and have figured each other out. I’m beginning to establish a schedule with her and learning her cues. It was totally worth all the difficulty and challenges.
I love being a mommy. This job is by far the best one I ever had.