breastfeeding

The best thing I have done! – Alexia’s story

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My gorgeous wee man was born at 37 weeks exactly. His suck was excellent despite being early and we tried to feed straight away. During the first few days I had a lot of difficulty latching him and blisters and sores started appearing on my nipples. I was sure this wasn’t right and asked for some help, but everyone said I was doing fine and to continue.

Self-loathing to love – Sarah’s story

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Before I became a mother there was one facet of my self-image that never changed: I loathed my breasts. I think the main reason is that they were popular with a sexually abusive relative I hated handling my own breasts, I liked to pretend they weren’t there. But I had done a lot of reading about the importance of breastfeeding, so even though I wasn’t keen on the idea of handling my own breasts and establishing another relationship with someone who thought my breasts belonged to them, I also knew that I had to give my baby the best start to life that I could, and that meant giving breastfeeding a go, even if it was going to mean confronting the sexual abuse of my past.

A rollercoaster of pain and frustration – Ditte’s story

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I had flat nipples and she had a tongue tie. We had her scheduled to have a frenotomy and till that happened I expressed (at that stage colostrum) and fingerfed her. On day four my milk came in – with a vengeance. I had way too much and my daughter couldn’t even begin to empty my supply. So my breasts were never fully drained and for that reason I got mastitis.

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