Last night James and I spent our evening together learning the basics of breastfeeding a baby. The whole breastfeeding thing is something I have gone back and forth with for quite sometime. For some reason that I just can't explain, the whole thing makes me anxious, and to be quite honest it downright scares me. The weird thing is that it's not the possible pain that I'm scared of...I can deal with that. I think it's partially because there is NO way for me to practice it, or know what it will be like. Maybe it's the unknown that makes me so nervous. I can honestly say I'm more anxious about breastfeeding than I am about the delivery. Why? Good question....wish I knew the answer. I think part of it is that when Carson decides he's ready to make his big debut I'm expected to preform the most important task that a woman is ever asked to preform...birth. And then...after I successfully deliver a child into this world I'm expected to take on another task....feeding.
Do you remember the old Cingular commercial where a family is talking about minutes and paying the phone bill and the dad says, "Dad always gets hosed." Well... This is quite the joke in our family. My dad is always saying he gets "hosed" and yes....
a lot of times he does. James has taken over my dad's phrase in our house as well. This week I've been counting down the days of work (only 3 more left after today), and James keeps saying he has like 9874353975834 days left, then he'll say, "Dad gets hosed." Well, Dad and James, I'm stealing the hose. Every once in a while, Mom gets "hosed" too. haha
When we first found out we were pregnant I was going to breastfeed, then I wasn't, then I was going to "try" but secretly hoped I couldn't, then I decided that I was going to, and that I was going to give it ALL I had. I went into the breastfeeding class fairly optimistic about the whole thing. But when, 5 minutes into the class, the instructor said that in the first 2-3 weeks the baby shouldn't use a bottle, or a pacifier, and should feed by nursing alone I think I panicked. I want Carson to have breast milk because it's best for him, but I don't really want him to be latched to my chest all day. I had kind of convinced myself I'd do more pumping....even if it meant that my milk supply didn't last as long. So, I will say this. Last night the doubts came back, and I wanted to throw in the towel before the game even started. But, James....being the amazing supportive husband he is reassured me that it would all be ok because he knew I could do it, and that he'd be there to help every step of the way. I woke up this morning with a new attitude. I can do it, and I'm not doing it alone. I am still nervous, scared, and anxious? Yes, of course, and I probably will be until after I have the first few feedings under my belt.
Well... the countdown continues....Only 12 more days until our due date and the excitment is building! Every time I go somewhere I think to myself, "Is it going to happen now? What will I do if I'm here and my water breaks?" I've never really wished pain upon myself before, but there is a first time for everything....Carson we're ready! Bring on the contractions!