I was five when my younger sister was born and in hopes of quietly nursing, my mom would set me up on the couch next to her with my baby doll and I would pretend breastfeed while she fed my sister. It was sweet and cozy and on some foundational level, planted in my mind the hope of breastfeeding my own children someday.
So, when I found myself expecting my first baby I added “breastfeeding” to my line-up of topics to research. Alongside pregnancy, midwifery care, birth, and parenting I tried to become an expert on something I had never personally experienced. Because, nursing baby dolls does not actually prepare you for the “womanly art of breastfeeding.” Who knew?!?
It was a warm fall day when all my reading led to breastfeeding my daughter for the first time. After an excruciatingly long labor and very swollen lady bits, I held that sweet girl in my arms and vowed that I would do it all over again just to call her mine. She latched well right away and, thanks to my study, I knew we were off to a good start.
But then my milk took a full three days to come in.
I was at a loss. Nothing I read had prepared me to hold my crying baby while encouraging a latch to encourage colostrum … only to find us both in a puddle of tears. In those pre-baby days, when I turned page after page and scrolled endless articles online I never once thought my breastfeeding relationship would involve more than two people. Quickly though, I discovered it takes at least three, sometimes four, often five individuals for a mama to really make it work. Here’s who I included on my breastfeeding team: