As soon as I found out I was pregnant I knew I wanted to breastfeed. I read all the books, Pinterest posts and blogs I could to make sure I was prepared. Short version I wasn’t. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong I feel very lucky to have been able to breastfeed Alfie (5 months and going strong)- I know not everybody can.
However, nothing could have prepared me for cluster feeding. Not being able to move off the sofa from 5pm. Or the night feeds. Surely you’re not hungry again. Tired = boob. Hungry = boob. Need to poo = boob. Nappy change = boob. Mum goes in the shower = boob. When you’re going through those growth spurts they feel like they’ll never end but they do. Then you look back and think was it really that bad?
Enter sleep regression at 4 months. Yes. Yes it was.
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