Our hands are vital, aren’t they; but my, how handy (no pun intended) they are with breastfeeding!
My hands were absolutely crucial when we started our breastfeeding journey.
I vaguely remember the awkwardness of trying to place them comfortably, when my baby was laid next to me for his first latch. Unlike before, I couldn’t just lay my hand or shape my body as I wanted; I had to think of the little person next to me. Thankfully, the joy and surreal euphoria of the moment dwarfed my insignificant concern about the positioning of my hands, as I turned sideways to feed my son.
Positioning my body right had never been so important; there wasn’t going to be another chance to feed my child for the first time.
My hands from this time onwards found a different way to be, because they have an added purpose; a very vital one – to hold this little man close and near … to carry him as needed … to comfort and cuddle him … to guide and steady him … and so much more.
On our breastfeeding journey, my hands have lifted him and carried him to my bosom countless times. In the first few months of our journey, one of my hands spent lots of time holding Precious Sparkle to me. The thumb on the other hand, spent time pinching the outer side of my boobs, to help create an exaggerated latch for my son. This was sometimes done through excruciating pain and tears, and whilst sitting, standing or leaning.
I also had to learn to unlatch him with my little finger … my … how hard can it be to get a boob out of a baby’s mouth? It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to learn to do; a very simple action, in hindsight.
And now over 2 years down the line, my little man comes to me oftentimes asking to be carried … this usually tends to be to one place and for one reason only – to my bosom, to eat. 🙂
I am very thankful for ths my hands, for not letting me down during all the times I’ve needed them to help feed my son. They are faithful friends, without question. They were also there when I needed them for bottle-feeding, during our combi feeding months.
And there are my son’s hands; always happy to hug and hold tight to the source of his food source, as well as the direct source itself. Those little hands never hesitate to stroke, press, and even drum on my bosom; to encourage more milk to come, whenever needed. And in toddlerhood, they’ve found ways, sometimes unwelcome, to keep themselves occupied with my face or the boob he is are not feeding from, whilst breastfeeding.
There are really special moments, when he reaches for my face and strokes my cheeks, whilst looking up at me with his beautiful eyes … silently communicating his gratitude and love perhaps; definitely acknowledging our forever bond.
Altogether, my hands and my toddler’s hands, have played such important roles on our breastfeeding journey; and I am definitely grateful for them.
~ What one area of you life are you especially thankful for the contribution of your hands? ~
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