Lost in the Waiting Game; When the Universe Seems Silent?

 

BREASTFEEDING AND HER UNHOLY REALITY

More often than less we are told of how magnificent it feels to naturally feed (breastfeeding) your own child, but truth be told there is a lot of ghosted reality behind this fantasy. Thus most aspiring matriarchs find it so hard adapt to the nature of breastfeeding as repelled to her recited fantasies. It is therefore in between these alphabets I will journey the reality of breastfeeding as opposed to the fantasies, both the physical and mental damage as well as the overlooked diet necessity as per my experience as a new mother eighteen months ago.

See that feeling you get when you put your baby to your breast and he latches quickly and easily as you had anticipated, only to be astonished by the worst but bearable pain ever. Yes it should be bearable hence per se it is worth it right! You are a mother, you are bold, strong and beautiful regardless of those scars. Best still, it gets better with time and should the going got tough we are here to remind you of the latter; that you are bold, strong and beautiful. It’s annoying right? The repetition without even a 50c remedy; I know. Hence between myself and the universe I took an oath to never cloud your postpartum with that monotony but judge you less and remind you that you always have a choice between that formula and breastfeeding.

Now this brings us to the question whether this overrated strong bond of breastfeeding is far worth from its hidden reality which echoes a lot of impacts to mental and physical health. See I must admit that most times I would look back and wish U and I could just be rearranged and be a mother present to grandmother my son. See factors like my journey into motherhood without a mother and body fluctuation which I detested and still do so much led to my low self-esteem. During my era as a matriarch I was both mentally and physically drained. Each moment I reflected, I hated the entire nature which brings about ‘breastfeeding’. Thus I stand tall and loud in my belief that any woman regardless of their ability to breastfeed should have a bold say between that formula and breastfeeding.

Apart from the pain you endure from being sucked full breast-milk after long working hours, obviously your son is physically too big for your hands to accommodate. Trust me I shared the same sentiments.

The baby carrier was getting smaller and smaller for his weight and everything was just so overwhelming to take in during his clinic appointments. I lost so many pounds through crying every night and through not eating well as per a breastfeeding woman. I am African man so in my land what is worth is what is on the table. See I cried because I felt like I did not have a choice about breastfeeding my son yet I was not physically fit to do so which queued down to emotional damage.

Pardon my mountainous emotions, okay so to briefly fill you in, due to my unavailability during the day my son was on both formula and breast milk feeding. Meanwhile I was pursuing my school internship program which was the season finale of my tertiary days, the little man was babysat by his father back at home. Yes I went back home to him after work every day. See I was a student and/or employee during the day and a mother during the night and most weekends we attended clinic appointments. It was just the three of us: my son, his dad and I. No auntie or grandparents visits whatsoever. Thus during my presence I had to fully step in. There was no time to rest.

Worst still, the whole motherhood concept was just news to me and she just kept on erupting more developing; overwhelming stories. I had no mentor but just too many confusing experts whatsoever. My husband and just swamped our way through to the light, hopefully.

Do not read me wrong, I am a mother and I am so much hooked to this beautiful creation I created. I could not be more proud. However, I think the whole stigma behind breastfeeding and her worshiped fantasies is too overrated. Thus I believe our societies should allow women a bold and loud chance to choose whether they are comfortable physically and emotionally to breastfeed. Before reciting those godly stanzas prior her experience as per breastfeeding, kindly allow her postpartum control to echo that for her first

Nonetheless as of my right to freedom of expression which entitles me to hold opinions without interference, kindly do not shoot me but shoot your shot. My name is Mabohlokoa Motoboli and this is my experience.

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