Nine Years Of Breastfeeding: A Love Letter

  • Tuesday, 17 June 2014
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  • Nine Years Of Breastfeeding: A Love Letter

    Like a kid playing whack-a-mole at Time Zone the nurse slammed Archie’s newborn mouth at your nipple several times over and that’s when it first dawned on me that breastfeeding was not as easy as I’d imagined. But I learned about ‘attachment’ and that it was a matter of practice and felt we’d be high-fiving our way down milky street in no time.

    Only two weeks later your attachment skills were super-advanced but there I was standing beside you, watching you sleep, holding a bundle of Archie in my arms, knowing by the way he searched the air with his open mouth that he was hungry, but feeling so dead-sad in the gut that I avoided handing him over for several minutes until he wailed and woke you. I’d learned about nipple thrush and the intense pain it put you through, several times a day, with every feed. I was told by more than one expert that you wouldn’t be able to continue breastfeeding but when I suggested we try Archie on a bottle you simply said no.

    You stopped eating sugar and processed foods and weeks passed and all of a sudden I was handing Archie over and you were putting him to your breast without the grimacing and tears; working on the computer or watching TV or lying beside me in bed, smiling. I learned how easy breastfeeding could be, and how wonderful.

    Eighteen months flew by and Archie was reaching for the bottle instead of the boob but there was only a three month reprieve before Lewis was born and your breasts were in constant demand again. The attachment was a walk in the park and the thrush was no chance with the way you watched your diet but New Year’s Eve 2006 your breasts were sore and you started feeling ill and by New Year’s Day you were running a high temperature. I learned about mastitis and looked after you as you were shivering and aching in bed, as sick as I’d ever seen you.

    The fear of mastitis stayed with us as the journey continued and I saw panic in your expression whenever there was the slightest sign of a red or swollen breast, or the hint of nausea or illness.

    archie-feedWhen you went to work full time we were feeding Lewis like a tag-team. He’d take his fill before you left for the house and I’d deliver your milk through plastic teets while you were away and in between I’d ferry him to your various places of employment so that you could either feed him again, if he was demanding it, or so I could drive you from one place to the other while you relieved your full breasts with the electronic pump. I learned about the vantage point of truck drivers and bus passengers and how to pull up at traffic lights to avoid an accidental gaze or prying eye.

    Tyson took to your arms four months after we managed to wean the breast-desperate Lewis and we were right back into the routine we’d become used to – waking to the cry of a hungry baby, breast pumping at home and at work, ferrying boys to the boob. You stayed strong despite two more bouts of the dreaded mastitis but what I remember here is how busy your life had become and – despite the rapid growth in your business and career – how our children were the most important part of your working week, how you made certain you were there to feed Tyson day and night.

    Maki took his turn October 2011, nine months after Tyson, and this was right in the middle of a most stressful time. We’d knocked our house down and moved in with your Mum and Dad and the building of our house was a nightmare of red tape and delays and I think, on occasion, I went bat-shit crazy and was also drawing on your reserves for support. Somehow you managed me on top of everything else.

    Just last week, as Maki suffered through several days with an illness and some mouth ulcers that made it impossible for him to feed from the breast you came to me and said, ‘Look’s like Maki’s weaned now’ and I said, ‘That’s great!’ like a stupid flippant arsehole. It wasn’t till I’d finished dressing Tyson in his pyjamas that I turned to see you had tears in your eyes.

    RM-Lewis-conference 1I was thinking of the thrush and the mastitis, the up and down nights, the impact on your day to day, how breastfeeding complicated things, how you sacrificed holidays and conferences, how you gave up certain foods, locked yourself in workplace rooms to express milk, worried daily about being there for each of our four boys. I was anticipating relief for you.

    I knew my error as soon as I saw your tears and so my hug had to be prefaced with ‘sorry’ and came just a little late and there’s been a lot of time since then for me to reflect. Yesterday, when I asked you what you remembered most about breastfeeding you said, ‘How close you feel to your baby’.

    What you’ve given Archie, Lewis, Tyson and Maki is epic and undeniable but here’s what you’ve also given me…

    I remember kneeling in front of the couch and kissing Archie’s cheek as he fed at your breast, my arms around your waist. I remember the rush of emotion and thrill when I was home alone and first fed him your milk from a bottle. I remember pulling faces at Lewis, saying, ‘Where’s Daddy?’ and making him giggle around your nipple. I remember late nights and early mornings in bed together, whispering about this and that, as I sat with the onesie-clad Tyson on my lap, holding his head in my hand, patting him to a burp (triumphantly!). And I remember how I could change Maki into a fresh nappy and jumpsuit without even waking him up, as you gave him feed. What a team!

    Archie would circle his finger around the freckles on your face while he was feeding. Lewis would scratch at them. Tyson pulled at your lips and tried to put his hand in your mouth. Maki whacked at your free boob so that you always had to cover it up. I remember how annoyingly funny all of that was but the clearest memory is the sound of the suckling and sighing and how each of our babies looked up at you.

    We made a commitment to breastfeeding nine years ago, to make it work no matter what, but I had no idea what it would demand of you. The effort and impact was all yours and there were times even I doubted your ability to continue but you never wavered, not even once, and I’m in awe (and in love!) and I’m giving my entire self over to the next two words…

    Thank you!

    Maki-Tania-Me-small

    Comments (19)

    • Sarah

      Sarah

      17 June 2014 at 20:46 |
      Beautifully written RD. I also dealt with thrush in my milk ducts and it was a month of painful hell (and horrible nausea as I was given the whole gamut of medications, none of which worked). Mastitis was something I became quite familiar with too, although thankfully the red patch of skin would turn up early enough for me to start the antibiotics. I didn't particularly like breast feeding and was very happy to reach the twelve month mark each time, but I did it because I knew that it was the best thing for my children and I could. It's really nice to see it through they eyes of the observer :)
    • Lou Jeffs

      Lou Jeffs

      17 June 2014 at 20:47 |
      That brought tears to my eyes. Even though I was only able to feed my babies for 4 months each I feel her pain of that lost connection. RM is a true inspiration and so are you to put into words your dad-view of breast feeding so honestly and from the heart.
    • Eliza

      Eliza

      17 June 2014 at 20:58 |
      This made me quite teary. I am at the tail end of feeding my two year old and every day I panic that it might be our last feed. This is a beautiful tribute and shows the pure dedication from both partners that goes into successful breast feeding. This post makes my heart sing.
    • Sara

      Sara

      17 June 2014 at 21:23 |
      Beautiful, just beautiful. I loved breastfeeding and this just brought all those lovely memories flooding back.
    • Denyse Whelan

      Denyse Whelan

      17 June 2014 at 21:48 |
      Beautiful words of love expressed so eloquently & with appreciated for such an enormous amount of gratitude to your soul mate RM .. RD, you made me teary... What a blessing you both are to your band of boys. Love D
    • Jennifer Hurrell

      Jennifer Hurrell

      17 June 2014 at 22:06 |
      Omg. I'm crying. How beautiful. How beautiful for RM, for your 4 boys, for your experiences and the work you did as a family. how beautiful that you saw RM through it all, and that you worked as a team to make all of this possible. and how beautiful that you realised the emotions of weaning for RM. Weaning is a time of joy,grief,sadness,relief and feeling all mixed up.
      I heard you speak as a dad about breastfeeding at a past Victorian conference for the Australian Breastfeeding Association. Thank you for putting this into words.
    • Allison

      Allison

      17 June 2014 at 22:13 |
      Beautiful words, RD and a fabulous reminder of how important a supportive partner is to early and long term breastfeeding. A great read!
    • Dale

      Dale

      18 June 2014 at 00:07 |
      What memories you have brought me back to. I've tears in my eyes...

      And what a wonderful man you are to simply acknowledge everything your wife went through for your beautiful boys. (When most men just lament that their wive's boobs are no longer "THEIRS"!)
    • Kylie

      Kylie

      18 June 2014 at 04:44 |
      Oh that is beautiful.
      You can feel the love and pride shining through your words.
      I have found breastfeeding wonderful, and trying, but without the support of a wonderful husband it would have been near impossible. I'm sure Mrs RD feels the same. Well done to both of you
    • kate

      kate

      18 June 2014 at 06:06 |
      My last baby (actually well beyond a baby) weaned last week. 10 years and 10 months of breast-feeding have just ended for me (four kids in a row and sometimes in tandem lol, not just one for that long!) and I don't even know if I'm more ecstatic or devastated.

      This is a beautiful post RD. Thank YOU for writing it. Your kids have some amazing parents.
    • Adele

      Adele

      18 June 2014 at 16:34 |
      A great piece RD. Well written and a worthy sentiment.
    • Rachel

      Rachel

      18 June 2014 at 17:46 |
      Beautifully written. I'm coming to the end of breastfeeding, maybe another year to go at most, after 5.5 years of breastfeeding, it'll be bitter sweet when it ends. On the one hand I can't wait, but don't want it to be over just yet.
    • Amy {The Misadventurous Maker}

      Amy {The Misadventurous Maker}

      18 June 2014 at 22:20 |
      I love this post! Your wife rocks. Totally awesome mama. My goodness it's hard work breastfeeding let alone working outside the home as well in a demanding and busy role. But the benefits to your babies and the benefits of the bond and closeness is so worth it.

      And I love that you appreciate and have noticed all of this in your wife. I must show my husband this post. I know he appreciates the breastfeeding in our house, but these words are just awesome. Very moving to me as I breastfeed my last baby!
    • Emma

      Emma

      19 June 2014 at 08:18 |
      What a beautiful post! Definitely brought a tear to my eye. Feel so blessed and grateful that I was able to feed my 2 babies, I have never thought of it from a Daddy's point of view. Thank you
    • Holly

      Holly

      20 June 2014 at 21:01 |
      made me cry. Beautiful post.
    • Renae Elsie Georg

      Renae Elsie Georg

      21 June 2014 at 12:13 |
      What an amazing wife you have and how lucky is she to get such a romantic, beautiful hubby like you. Congrats to you two.
    • Sonja

      Sonja

      21 June 2014 at 21:00 |
      Thank you ........
    • bella

      bella

      23 June 2014 at 22:40 |
      How come I have only just discovered you, RD? This article is beautiful. When my 2nd child weaned himself at 17 mths, I was quite sad. I took to breastfeeding my two kids like a duck to water. Apart from a small episode of thrush, I did not experience one problem and in fact I had too much supply! Having had PND, I also felt that the one thing I could do well was breast feeding and when that ended, I was lost! Even though the sleepness nights killed me, I treasure those quite times on the couch w a child suckling and me holding him close.
    • Carla

      Carla

      17 July 2015 at 21:46 |
      Awesome to see a dad 'getting it'. Well done to your icnredible wife for her passionate efforts to breastfeed her sons and well done to you for supporting her through that commitment.

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