The first weeks were very hard. I wanted to give up and just give her formula; and at the same time, I felt useless and cruel as a mother. Why wasn't I able to give her my milk like the other mothers do? The pain was awful, I cried several nights and I could not feel satisfied with my experience.
My husband kept pushing me to continue breastfeeding her and I will always be thankful for that. He made me believe that I could do it. So I listened to him and kept going even when I was feeling that I was going nowhere... And it got better! Somehow the pain became less and less and I started to enjoy my natural job!
My heart felt full when her newborn sized clothes became too small for her.
To this day, it still hurts a little bit and sometimes I need a break so I give her a bottle and that does not make me feel less of a woman.
She is a happy eight week old baby. She is always smiling and moving her extremities!
I feel so happy that I endure and hold on. Being a mom has been the hardest job I've ever gotten but it has been the most rewarding & satisfying one!