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Writing about our first latch fills me with a range of emotions I can’t quite describe. I find myself absent-mindedly smiling from the depths of my belly; catching myself doing this, only to knowingly smile some more.
It was almost 18 months ago when we first latched. It’s been almost 18 months since my bundle of joy landed on my bosom. Oh, how precious the thought of the moment when I first suckled my Precious Sparkle.
You know, I never gave much thought to breastfeeding before I started breastfeeding. I suppose I just assumed that I’ll breastfeed. You see, children have not been my cup of tea for years; and I wasn’t in a hurry to become a mother. So when I was pregnant, I couldn’t see much beyond each point in my pregnancy. I shied away from thinking too much about giving birth, and I barely thought about how I’d feed my baby.
The NHS* breastfeeding antenatal class I attended referred to the idea of latching a baby, but it went over my head. I didn’t fare well with our latching practice either; fancy learning how to latch with really ugly bulky dolls and overused knitted breasts.
Our First Latch
Oh, its memory is so blessed. I don’t remember much of it but I’ve got pictures to help me.
My birth plan hadn’t gone according to plan; I however accepted the turn in the most painful experience of my life. The safest option for the delivery of the love I couldn’t wait to meet face to face was really … my only option.
After all the drama, he safely arrived on that blessed Monday. According to my time stamped (so glad they are) pictures, a very experienced midwife helped with positioning him on my side, just short of an hour after he was born. She helped us to latch whilst a few medical folks looked on. She then gradually withdrew and left us to it.
O my word, that was our first latch … no drama … no memory of it … just reliving it through the pictures of the moment … that was it, our very first latch! I wasn’t prepared for it, I didn’t know what to expect, and I didn’t feel I had much of a clue about what I was doing. In fact, I didn’t know what hit me.
I was tired, over overwhelmed (I know), and not sure how I felt then and now. So much madness had gone down trying to meet my little man and there he was … gently placed by my side, by a very reassuring midwife. You could tell she had done this before, so many times. It was no big deal to her, just another one I suppose; but a life changer for me … for us.
A new relationship born at the boobs, still going strong almost 18 months down the line; after quite a roller coaster ride of learning on the go.
I can see the smile on my face as I intently looked down at my little boy nestled close to me, being helped to latch on to me. He latched on alright, to his ecstatic mother. It’s not that I actually felt ecstatic … I don’t think I did … but I think I must have been.
I suppose I’m not a big feeling kinda of girl and I don’t think I felt any rush of emotions, but it didn’t matter. My little boy was there next to me, and he was safe and sound. He ate from me, like he had done for so many months.
I gazed at him in wonder then, and I’m still filled with awe now. I … I … I’m actually a mother … a mother to a jolly little fellow like my Precious Sparkle. This little person latched on to me, depended on me; and I love him in a way I can’t explain.
Yes, that was our first latch … almost 18 months ago … the first of many joyful (sometimes painful) ones to come. So exhilarating, so exciting, so inspiring, so surreal, so mind blowing, so much love … yes, that was our first latch.
Do you remember your first latch? If you don’t breastfeed, do you remember the fist time you did something that’s really special to you?
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