I’m being a little silly with the title, but since before I had my son I’ve had a very strong opinion about the necessity of breast feeding vs formula feeding.
I haven’t changed my mind that breast is best or that women sometimes give up too easily, but I now have a better understanding of why someone would. Today, I seriously considered calling it quits. Remember two or three weeks ago when I talked about that awful weekend (we lost power, I got sick, we hit tons of traffic going to visit family, AND Dylan got his first real cold)?
I left out the part about getting a milk blister.
I’d never even heard of milk blisters before that weekend, but I quickly learned the meaning.
I almost screamed as Dylan latched on and my breast throbbed with pain. After several minutes of continued sucking and frustration, my breast was still hard as a rock until the blister popped. Basically, I had what looked like regular blister, only instead of blood, there was milk under the skin. So, I’ve been dealing with that popped blister healing over the past few weeks.
The pain of the blister and the words that followed made me feel like a hypocrite: “I want to give up!”
So here I am, as gracefully as possible, dismounting my high horse.