Ladies, you know what I mean.
Angela Chee: As if giving birth wasn't painful enough -- after you come home from the hospital, your boobs turn into rocks. They're hard, painful boulders that you have to carry around and then feed your baby with every two hours. Please don't be jealous. I'm a D to start with, but now I think I'm a G or H. I don't know for sure, because I really don't have a bra that size. It's like I look in the mirror and I have an alien chest. My milk is coming in and I'm engorged.
I've breastfed before, so I was expecting this, but I still hate the first few days of breastfeeding. My nipples are sore and cracked, and my breasts are swollen. I know it will be better in a few days, but it's still painful in the meantime. I know it's all worth it in the end, but it's a lot of effort.
I need to keep feeding every two hours or so for my baby, but I also need her to eat so I don't explode. One night she slept almost 3 1/2 hours -- as most of you know, that's a big deal for a newborn. I dreaded it, but I woke her up to feed. She needed it, and I needed to build my milk supply. Plus, I don't want to get mastitis. After the last baby, I didn't know what hit me. I started getting uncontrollable chills, fever, and my breasts were red and swollen. I ended up beating it without antibiotics, but it wasn't fun.
Ah, the joys of breastfeeding. Someday my breasts will be mine again, or my husband's -- for now, they are milk machines working 24-hour shifts.
|Angela Chee is a television host, voice-over artist and creator of TheZenMom.com as a resource for other moms because motherhood isn't always so zen. She is a first time mom.|