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7000 breastfeeds and me

7000 breastfeeds and me Give or take a few over 3 babies I’ve clocked up 7000 breastfeeds

My poor saggy boobs have nurtured 3 babies and piled on over 15 kilos worth of deliciously chunky thighs and Buddha bellies onto my children

And yet nobody has given them a prize or even said well done to them – it’s just what my boobs and I do

I never set out to breastfeed for more than 6 months (there was something beguiling about being part of that small percentage of mothers still exclusively nursing at 6 months and I may be a teeny bit competitive) but I’ve managed much more than that with each of them

With each of them breastfeeding has been different – with each of them it was horribly hard to start with and then gradually settled down, with each of them I’ve pumped (and pumped and pumped)  and then there have been moments when it has been blissful

There have been times when it has felt absolutely perfect to be cuddled up together, swamped by hormones and physical connection and there have been times when it has been like wrestling a small octopus who seems to be determined to find out how far a nipple can stretch whilst twiddling your other nipple with a free hand

With Bigger breastfeeding helped us cope with me going back to work and gave us time together in the evenings to snuggle together

With Littler breastfeeding was really important in dealing with her milk protein allergy

With Littlest breastfeeding feels like something I need to keep doing as long as I can – he’s got enough other issues that I want him to have my milk and the comfort that comes from being so close as long as I can

If I’d been given a pound every time someone told me I would have to stop because of work or their age or whatever I’d probably be able to retire… instead I have perfected my smile and ignore technique – whilst it works for Littlest and me I’ll carry on and, like we did before, when it doesn’t work for us both anymore my boobs will go away on holiday and forget to come home

There’s a small bit of me that is hoping that it isn’t for a while yet – it is hard work, I don’t like pumping but those sweet together moments are something to remember and to cherish and one good reason to keep going on for that little bit longer



The picture was taken on the beach this weekend – boobs incredibly portable and perfect for when your child surprises himself by realising that you go MUCH faster when you roll downhill and that he doesn’t really like it


It’s world breastfeeding week this week and this post comes with a round of applause for every breastfeeding mother and her boobs

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