OK, but when does it become as much about the mum as the child?
I've always been led to believe that BFing was a very rewarding experience for mothers and I'm still waiting for the pleasure I was promised.
In 5 weeks it's gone from initially being something I really struggled with that made me cry because I thought I wasn't managing, to being something very painful physically but not so bad emotionally, to being something I do many times a day for lots of time.
I don't hate it, but I don't love it anywhere near as much as I thought I would. I'm pleased that we're still going after rocky start but that's about it as far as pleasure goes. It's just something I do - baby's hungry, feed baby.
Actually I wish it were that simple. Mostly it's more like - baby may be hungry, put baby to breast, baby wriggles about and punches boob, maybe kicks me in CS wound, I take baby off breast, baby cries, put her back on, she feeds for a while, comes off, I spray milk in her face, she licks nipple and spray of milk seemingly enjoying milk bath while DH goes mad about milk going all over the furniture, I wind baby, she gets very angry, I put her back to breast, she gets even more angry, I try to calm her, it doesn't work, eventually she stops crying when I put her down on a mat on the floor, apparently she was crying because she'd had enough of me...
Because of all this I'm still basically tied to my home. There is no way I could manage all this in public. My dreams of portable baby food are still just that - a dream. I don't get much of a feeling of bonding from the BFing. Well occasionally I do, on the occasions when everything goes right and she latches on happily and sucks away until she gets that milk drunk face on. But that's not often.
So does it keep getting better? I've no particular desire to stop or anything. But BFing for me right now is all about the baby and giving her food and I kind of expected it to be a more emotional and nurturing experience.