Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Post That Won’t Get Written

I've been scrawling my grievances on delicate matters involving breastfeeding and pain, but I think I’m not ever going to get it into publishable form. Most of the nursing has gone well, but lately I’ve had a series of plugged ducts. Buster has cleared those up, but enduring excruciating latches on the collateral damage has not been entertaining. HBM would take it beyond whining and make it a meaningful story involving quotes from the Greek and Latin, but I have another issue.

I don’t think I really want to remember it that well. I think I’d rather let it slip into a faded, sleep-deprived memory.

Tonight though, this I want to remember well. The micro dude snuggled against my tummy and gently nursed, both sides. I held him and we smiled at each other. Low on pain, high on cuteness. And then he drifted off to a dreamy sleep.

5 comments:

ewe are here said...

Yeah, I think there are a few things about those early months we're meant to forget. ;-)

Damselfly said...

I agree. Mothers *need* a selective memory.

Mamacita Tina said...

Bravo, bravo. Perfect moment!

kittenpie said...

Just in case it helps - when I had a bunch of plugged ducts and this weird gooey stuff seemed to be appearing, I was told by a lactation consultant to take lecithin capsules and never had another one. Totally worth a shot, because that shit hurts.

Rose said...

Crossing my fingers that soon the smooth peaceful sessions will largely outweigh the torturous ones.

(I wrote copiously about my breastfeeding woes in my journal so I would have honest accounts to pull from when I finally get around to writing that darned novel of mine!)