I’m just going to preface this by saying that I do appreciate how lucky I am to be able to breastfeed and that is one of the reasons I know IABU about this.
But. My second baby is three months old and I fucking hate breastfeeding. I fed our first for a year and will do this time because I truly believe in the health benefits for them and me and because ultimately I can’t and won’t give an advantage to one child and not the other, irrespective of how smal that advantage actually is. Just because I can’t suck it up for a few months.
Its also so much more convenient and cheaper for us and I am struggling so much to keep on top of the house even without all the bottles that come with formula.
But I hate it. I hate my nipples being pulled and plucked and mauled. I hate her little needle nails scratching and plucking me, her razor gums clamping down. I hate her kicking her legs or arching her back so she suddenly shoots herself off in a direction either whilst clamped down on my nipples or so that she loses her good positioning and slips to the end where it’s so painful.
I hate how lonely it is, how draining it is constantly being at their beck and call and trying desperately to pump to stay on top of it all and try to buy some freedom.
I am so jealous and bitter about all the mums who blissfully love breastfeeding their babies or who find it a bonding experience. It just feels like trying to feed a bad tempered bitey octopus. I hate that it’s making me miserable and I won’t tell anyone because they will tell me/ pressure me to stop and I won’t. Finally, I hate being postpartum, exhausted and in such a hormone riddled hell where rational thought is just gone. Fin.