This has got to be the hardest of the BitchBuzz columns I’ve ever written. I don’t usually use a professional site for such a personal outpouring, but when it comes to parenting it’s all personal; it’s one of the things you really can write about from the heart. So here goes, my column from 15th December. And please, if you have strong feelings about the topic read the whole article – including the rest at BitchBuzz – carefully before you add your comment!
Everyone knows – or at least is told – that breast is best. But what happens when the most natural thing in the world becomes the hardest thing to achieve?
It’s been over three months since I stopped breastfeeding, and only now can talk about it publicly. Giving up was traumatic. Not because my baby was harmed in any way, but because of the tremendous feelings of failure that came with it.
I’m not here to tell anyone they shouldn’t try breastfeeding. It is the most wonderful thing when it goes right; it’s convenient, it’s reassuring and the composition of breastmilk is undoubtedly perfect for any baby. It’s also great for mum, helping your body recover from pregnancy and potentially offering protection against certain illnesses. I would certainly try again, but this time I would go armed with what I know about what can go wrong. And that’s why I’m writing this. It is not about breast vs bottle or even about my circumstances. It’s about addressing the fact that for some people things can go wrong, and resentment and guilt will interfere with your parenting more than sterilisers and bottle warmers.