Bessie the cow…

Breastfeeding is an integral part of many new mum’s lives and it is a wonderful way to bond with your baby. I breastfed my twins for eight months, and have special memories of sitting and gazing down at their adorable faces while they fed. It’s not for everybody though, and if it’s not working for you, seek professional help, and if it still doesn’t work, give it away. Upon becoming a mum I very quickly learnt to listen to all advice and then do what worked for us. I have not so fond memories of the breast pump. It is not quite the same being attached to a machine in order to express your milk. It’s a very sterile, robotic experience that makes you feel like Bessie the cow, however, like most unpleasant things in life, it was a means to an end and allowed me some time away from a regimented feeding timetable. I very rarely went anywhere without my boys but for the odd special occasion like a wedding, expressed milk was a must.
I generally love expressing myself, both on paper and verbally but expressing yourself to get breast milk is not quite the same!

“Whoever said there was no use crying over spilled milk obviously never pumped 800ml of it then accidentally knocked it over!”

Lis🦉

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