“But My Other Children Don’t Have Birth Photos”

Neither do mine. Sadly, devastatingly.

This is a common concern I get from parents considering birth photography for their subsequent children. And I understand, I really do.

I especially understand, because this morning at 7am, a little 5 year old boy came into my room sobbing. He’s a sensitive child, so it’s not an uncommon occurrence, but what he said when I asked him why just about broke my heart. He said, “Mummy, where’s MY birth video? I want one like Milly’s, I’ve just watched it 100 times!!!”

And I had to tell him, “Sorry buddy, but I don’t have a video of your birth. I wish I did, and it makes me sad too. I wanted photos and videos of your birth, but nobody took them. I’m really sorry”. And I gave him a hug while I felt his tears falling on me.

Then I said to him, “you know, I do have some photos I could show you, and I could TELL you about your birth”. He responded with, “but how could you even remember, it was FIVE YEARS ago”.

This is where I told him that as mamas, we never forget the day our babies were born. And I told him everything I remembered.

But deep down, I was sad because I know there is so much that I remember, but also so much that I forget. So many details that are becoming blurred with time. I can’t remember what his first cry sounded like. I can’t remember when he first opened his eyes and looked at me. I can’t remember the first thing I said to him. I didn’t even get to see him weighed or measured, and the first two hours of his life were spent apart.

I told him everything I could, but I know it wasn’t everything. And I told him I was sorry, and that I was sad too. And we both sat there for a little while, sad together.

Then I told him, I did have some video of when he was zero, and one, and two, and three and four and five. And we sat down for over an hour and we watched it. And he laughed, and exclaimed, and he remembered….and it was beautiful. Even though it was shaky, blurry, grainy and mostly taken on a phone up until he was about 3 years old.

I wish I could give him more, but I couldn’t – and all I could do is give him what I have. (And he THANKED me….hear him in the video, it was completely unprompted….even if it does sound like he’s reciting lines hahaha!!!)

But I COULD give my next child, and myself, what I wish I’d given him. I didn’t want to punish her for what I didn’t know better previously. I believe that when you know better, you DO better. And so I did. I had a homebirth, I had a birth photographer/videographer, I documented the things I missed out on documenting with my first two babies. I pushed aside the thoughts of making it ‘fair’ – because to me it didn’t seem fair that when now I actually know and realise how important it was, that I could make a conscious choice NOT to do it.

And the truth is, both of my older kids love the birth video and photographs of my youngest, too. Because it’s the day they met their baby sister for the first time, and I made sure they were included in that. The moments they share with their baby sister, and the moments we share as a family, are some of my absolute favourite! I cannot imagine not having them.

And I have no doubt that my son will watch it at least 100 MORE times in the future, as he’s requested I put it on his iPad, along with the compilation of his own baby/toddler footage.

While it was a hard conversation to have, I do not have any regrets about having my third birth photographed when my first two were not. The only regret I have is not doing it for all of them.

Dads, Birth Photography Isn’t (Really) About You

That’s right. Dads, Birth Photography isn’t (really) about you.

Think about that time you reeeeeaaalllly wanted something. Maybe it was a boat, or a holiday, or a top-of-the-line surround sound system, or a new car. Let’s go with a car (this is happening in our house RIGHT NOW, for real….so the rest of this paragraph is based on a true story). It’s not JUST a car, it’s THE car. It’s your DREAM car – one that you’ll use to travel around Australia, a car that has a long-range diesel fuel tank, towing capacity, blah-blah-blah whatever engine, reversing camera, blah-blah-blah suspension….etc etc. You know, all the crucial stuff that makes THIS car different to the cars you already have that get you from A to B. Your wife is confused – can’t you just use the car(s) you’ve already got to travel around Australia? One of them is a 4WD, surely it could do the job? Or couldn’t we just hire one? What’s the difference between the $30 000 car and the $60 000 car besides leather seats and the year it was made? You get frustrated. She just doesn’t get it, she doesn’t understand. You tell her about all the amazing features it has, about the grand plans you have for road trips to places she’s never heard of, about how you can trade in one of the other cars and that they have these low interest loans on offer and you’ll do overtime shifts to help pay for it (or give up beer, apparently – I’ll believe it when I see it!!). She doesn’t really care about that – she still thinks it’s kind of stupid to buy a new car when the current ones are fine. But she goes along with it, and it’s not because of the blah-blah-blah engine or anything else you’ve spent weeks or months (or years) trying to convince her with…..it’s because of YOU! Because she loves you, and she knows that to you it’s more than ‘just a car’!

Now, if you want to stop reading now, I urge you to AT LEAST watch the slideshow (below). But, reading the rest is even better.

I feel like I’ve spent the best part of 5 years figuring out how to make dads see why birth photography is important. I’ve tried to help women ‘convince’ their partners why they should hire me.

Let me first say, I’ve had a LOT of skeptical dads. Most of them have only agreed to hire me because it was important to their partner. I will also say, NONE of those dads have regretted it that I am aware of, and many actually end up being thankful for it.

You wonder why your partner would want someone taking photos of their vagina (trust me, there’s way more to the story than that).

You cringe at the cost (which can be as little as $35/week, for something you will have FOREVER).

You don’t like being in photos (don’t worry, I won’t show anyone if that’s what you want!)

You are worried about having another stranger in the birth room (understandably protective of such sacred moments, but I like to think that I will get to know you both during the pregnancy, and actually bring a POSITIVE presence to your birth space).

But again, this is not all about YOU!

There are two other very important people to consider here. Your partner, who has grown and carried this baby for many months. The person who is going to go through the physically and emotionally intense journey of bringing this baby earthside. And your baby, who will one day grow up and be able to look back upon the day they were born (which yeah may briefly gross them out while they’re teenagers, but not forever!). This day is incredible, it is LIFE-CHANGING. There are no do-overs. There are no second chances. This is not something for ‘maybe later’, or even ‘maybe next time’. THIS baby is only born ONCE.

Maybe she doesn’t want dark, grainy, blurry photos taken by you on an iPhone.

Maybe she wants you to be holding her hand and whispering in her ear how much you love her and how amazing she is.

Maybe she wants photos that will make her feel beautiful, not photos that make her look like she has 5 chins.

Maybe she wants to see the way you supported her as she laboured, and the way you cradled your baby so gently (and sometimes awkwardly) for the first time.

Maybe she wants to see images like this (and maybe secretly you would love that too):

Maybe to her, it’s not ‘just some photos’.

I will say again: most dads that have agreed to hire me, have done so (at least initially) only because it was important to their partner. Sometimes, we don’t have to understand something to be supportive of it. I don’t understand my husband’s desire to keep wanting to buy cars when we have two cars that work fine! Yet, we’ve had more cars than I can count on one (almost two) hands. Sometimes, it’s only important to us because it’s important to the person we love.

I asked my husband if he knew/remembered how much our birth photographer charged.

He didn’t.

I asked my husband how many times he had watched our birth video.

We got a video? (Yes, we did, and I do believe he watched it ONCE when we first received it).

I asked my husband if he cared about whether we got birth photos or not.

Not really.

I don’t believe my husband has ever seen ALL of our birth photos. Our baby is three.

But I cherish them – they are one of my most precious possessions, and I’m so grateful that he supported me in that decision even if he didn’t understand it.

Remember,

HAPPY WIFE, HAPPY LIFE!!!!

(and then maybe when you ask about that new car/boat/tool/gadget….. 😉 )

 

 

 

 

Welcoming Brittany (AKA The HeART of Motherhood’s amazing sidekick!!)

You know that saying,

You can do anything, but you can’t do everything (David Allen)

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Well, that’s about where I was at. So many dreams, so many things I want to do for women and babies and families!!! But with a FIFO husband, 3 small children as well as another job (oh and no sewing skills, either), I just had to face up to the fact that I could not do it all on my own.

That’s where Brittany comes in!! First a client, then a friend, she has now taken on the challenge of being part of my crazy plans!!

I forgot to take an official photo, so you’ll just have to see her super excited about receiving her album and prints!!

You may see her appearing at various markets around the place, too!!

I’m so excited to have her on board, and am really looking forward to what we can achieve TOGETHER!!

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Here’s a little glimpse of what she’s been up to behind the scenes!

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A Brand New Family | Lockyer Valley Newborn Photographer

There’s something so magical about spending time with first-time parents. Every child, every life, is beautiful and amazing and worth celebrating and documenting! But what is also incredible to see is the birth of a family, the birth of a mother and a father. I love the way they so tenderly and gently hold their baby, how they are still in that delightfully mushy ‘look what we DID’ bubble, how their own love for each other deepens as they share in the miracle of their creation. These first time parents were no exception, and absolutely melted my heart with the adoration they had for each other and for their brand new little person.

World, meet Hugo!

He wasn’t very sleepy, so first he sucked his fingers….

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And pulled the cutest faces….

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Then he blinked (haha)….

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We managed to get him to stay asleep for about a grand total of one minute….

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And he even gave us a glimpse of his gorgeous dimple!!!grayson-27-Edit-2

But where he was happiest of all, was in his mama and daddy’s arms….

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And although he didn’t actually sleep much, he was VERY sleepy! Being a supermodel is hard work!

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And we couldn’t end without a few of those gorgeous, tiny baby details!

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Welcome to the world, little man!

A Hypnobirth in Water | Kingsley’s Birth Story with Photos and Video

Kingsley was born in the Toowoomba Birth Centre in May, 2015. His mama, Alecia, is a HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method instructor (Shivaya Therapies). Kingsley’s hypnobirth was one of the most incredibly peaceful births I’ve witnessed. It was calm, dark and relaxed as she worked through the surges that brought her baby earthside.

Here, she tells her story.

After a few days of surges- nothing too significant, I was starting to well and truly get ‘over’ pregnancy. This was still my shortest gestation length, at 40 weeks + 5 days (by ‘guess dates’).

I woke Tuesday, hoping it would be birthing day. Surges were infrequent and would stop when I rested. I visited the chiropractor to make sure bub was in a good position, went for some walks and did some yoga throughout the day. The end of the day was near and I was a little disappointed that this baby didn’t seem to be any nearer.

I went to bed a little after 8pm with my HypnoBirthing birth rehearsal playing on my bedside table. I woke at 9pm, after having a few surges 5 minutes apart. They were quite intense, so I text my midwife and asked whether she thought I should head in. It was a definite ‘yes’.

I got my other children up and headed for the car. Surges were getting stronger and closer together. We arrived at the birth centre at 9.30pm. I hopped on the birth ball under the shower and let the water run over my stomach. I kept visualizing my birthing muscles as satin ribbons in my birth colour of teal. Whenever a surge would come, I’d visualize myself at the beach and use the HypnoBirthing control valve- switching it to the off position.

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As soon as the birth tub was full enough, I hopped in. Surges increased and I felt the need to almost completely submerge myself in the water. Continuing my calm breaths and surge breathing, whilst listening to my birth affirmations.

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Labour progressed quite quickly. During transition, I became a little noisy and felt the urge to breath down. Shortly after, I regained my composure and focus and began to work with my surges to bring the baby down. The first surge I felt my baby’s head on my perineum, but then it slipped back, the following surge was strong and I worked with it to breath his head all the way out. My children were very excited, but kept so quiet, knowing I still had work to do.

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There was a restful period before the next surge, I felt my baby’s head and looked around. My midwife was very respectful of my space and just told me to go with my body. The next surge I could feel the shoulders and the rest of the body slip out. The cord was around baby’s neck twice, but didn’t cause any distress. I grabbed the baby from the water and brought it to my chest, asking what sex it was. She didn’t know- I checked and it was a BOY. My son couldn’t contain himself any longer and was cheering ‘it’s a boy!’.

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Kingsley James arrived at 11pm, 26th May. Born gently into water. 8lb 5oz. He was so calm and didn’t make a sound, sleeping on my chest until I left the birth pool to birth the placenta.

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Kingsley’s birth was also documented as a video, which now features in the HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method classes around Australia!!

The Vision of The He{ART} of Motherhood: Part I

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This is going to be a completely authentic, honest post: about me, about my business, about the future.

Just one short month ago, I signed up to study a Diploma of Business. This came at a time when I was literally ready to close the doors and make The He{ART} of Motherhood nothing more than a memory.

But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t do it.

So, in my typical determined/stubborn-Aries fashion, I thought to myself, “what is stopping me? What can I do to make this work?”

And I realised, it was myself stopping me. Understanding my strengths and limitations, setting goals and having strategies in place to achieve, learning the finer details of creating value in my services and communicating that with others….all of that is part of it.

I believe in what I offer. I believe that what I offer is something that is highly valuable, even priceless. I believe it because I’ve felt it and experienced it myself (having an amazing supported birth experience that was beautifully documented with my third baby)….and because I’ve felt the pain of not having it (unsupported births, and less than a handful of photos, with my older 2 children). I believe in it, because I’ve seen it in the 42 families whose special days I have been a part of.

I am humbled by the fact that in 20 years’ time, the families I serve may no longer have the cots, the prams, the baby clothes, the gadgets (well, not the same gadgets they have now, anyway)….but they WILL have the memories. They will have pictures that their ‘babies’ might be showing their own children. They will have stories. There will be images that evoke so many different emotions, and that show details that otherwise may be forgotten. These images will not only exist somewhere in the ‘cloud’ (or whatever technology exists in the future) – or be held hostage on outdated technology, like some of my own memories already are now – but they will be hanging proudly on walls, and sitting fondly on bookshelves or coffee tables. They will be looked at, touched and admired throughout the generations.

I believe that in 20(+) years time, women will still remember the way their babies were born. The details might become a bit fuzzier (less so if you have it documented!), but the feelings will be there forever. I want the families I work with to remember how incredible, joyous and empowering their baby’s Birth Day was.How they felt supported, cared for, respected and listened to.

I can’t think of many things more special than that!

But what I have also realised, is that my vision doesn’t have to be limited. I was placing limits on myself without even realising it. This is where my ‘Vision’ comes in.

As part of my course, one of the very first things we had to do, was to discover our Vision. What is it that we hope to achieve, on a broad scale? How do we plan to make a difference?

For me, this Vision was almost instantaneous, but simply putting words to it made me understand how much more I could be doing to achieve it.

My Vision, the Vision of The He{ART} of Motherhood, is…..

“To make a difference in the lives of mothers and babies”

And I am going to continue to do just that, in many more ways than I ever imagined.

I look forward to sharing more with you.

Jen xx

 

Photo Credit: Rowena Dione Photography

A Breastfeeding Story | The Ups and the Downs

In this blog, Kelly shares her journey of breastfeeding each of her children over the past 16 years. Her story shows that every birth, every baby and every breastfeeding journey is different. Her story shows strength and faith and ultimately triumph!

I have been breastfeeding for at least eleven of the past sixteen years!! My breastfeeding journey is nearing its end. I have found it to be rewarding, freeing, natural, easy and hard. I have five girls age 2 through to sixteen. They were all breastfed until at least two years of age. I was blessed breastfeeding my first baby, it was easy from the start. When I had to use cold cabbage leaves for relief for a week or two after a month I took it in my stride. My second baby I had no breastfeeding issues at all. I think God was warming me up for the trouble I would have with my third baby, ha-ha. My third was born 10 weeks premature and had to stay in the special care nursery. The hospital was very encouraging and accommodating of me wanting her to have breastmilk from the get go through her feeding tube. Over the first day and night I became anxious and upset at the amount of milk I could pump, thinking I wasn’t getting enough. I had never used a breast pump before and had no idea how much I should be getting. The nurses were fabulous with easing my mind and telling me I was doing a good job. I know found myself in the new world of breast pumps, manual and electric, bottles and sterilizes, how to store it and how to warm it etc. We would kangaroo care when she fed and I would hold the tubing. When it was time for her to learn the sucking reflex I would put her to the breast while tube feeding and let her nuzzle. I was blessed she learnt to latch on quite quickly. Once off the tube feeding we alternated, from sunrise to sunset when I was there she had breast and then at night the bottle. I remember one day, there were 3 of us mums sitting in a row and pumping, one mum joked how it was like a dairy line of cows being milked. We all laughed, it eased the stress of it all. To go home she had to breastfeed around the clock for four days. For this to be possible I stayed near the hospital so she could. Persistence paid off and we went home after six weeks. My fourth baby was premature by five weeks and spent two days in special care. I felt forced to let her have breastmilk in a bottle to start with but then I insisted she be breastfed only and they accepted that. She weaned after the age of two when I was pregnant with my fifth. My fifth has been a breeze to breastfeed and at two years and three months we are now in the weaning process. She has been my hardest to wean yet, and when she is, it will be the end of my long but beautiful breastfeeding journey.

Kelly

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Jacob turns ONE | Gatton Baby Photographer

One year ago, this sweet family welcomed baby Jacob into the world. I was fortunate enough to photograph the pregnancy, birth and newborn days.

But it wasn’t over yet! Jacob (and his little friend Toby, who was born on the same day, just hours apart – and yes, I was hired for both of their births!) is officially my first Baby’s First Year graduate! To document the milestones and have a photographic record of how he changed, Jacob came back to the studio at 3, 6, 9 and today 12 MONTHS.

We laughed and smiled and walked. We smashed watermelon. We had a bubble bath. We made memories and celebrated one year of Jacob!

Enjoy the sneak peek, and thank you for choosing me to create your forever memories. I hope that the photographs will bring you much joy for many years, and be a beautiful keepsake to pass on to Jacob when he is all grown up (*sob* why must our babies grow up?!)

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Jen is a baby photographer based in Gatton, QLD and servicing the Ipswich and Toowoomba regions. She offers newborn photography, baby portrait sessions, family photography and Baby’s First Year bundles. Portrait sessions can be in studio or on location. Jen is experienced with babies of all ages and aims to capture each child’s unique personality.

HAYDEN | Gatton Newborn Photographer

This little guy was teeny tiny, surprising his mummy and daddy by arriving 3 weeks early!

I was told he might not sleep much (unless he was being held), and he’d had a bit of a cranky night, but lo and behold, magic was worked and we got some beautiful sleepy photos, as well as getting to see his gorgeous (hilariously crossed-eyed) eyes.

Welcome to the world, Hayden. Big congratulations to Jena and Phill who are only just beginning their journey of parenthood. Soak up every precious moment, even at 2am. I promise, one day you will get to sleep again!

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Jen is an experienced newborn photographer based in Gatton, QLD, and servicing the Ipswich and Toowoomba regions. She photographs newborn babies in studio or on location.

World Breastfeeding Week | Photos and Stories of Breastfeeding Journeys

This beautiful story shows that even when birth and the early days may not go as planned, and even with some physiological and health challenges, breastfeeding is possible and sometimes even ‘easy’.

Here is Shantel’s story.

When my first child was born, he was three and half weeks early and due to his low blood sugar levels, he was taken into the special care nursery within a few hours of me having him. Other than the extraordinary first feeding moments in the labour ward, which were so precious and natural. Patrick was fed from a nasal tube for the first few days of his life and my introduction to breast feeding was hand expressing of colostrum, which the nurse demonstrated to me. At this moment, I thought, ‘Oh my, this is not how I’d thought it would be!’ I felt a bit vulnerable actually. When Patrick’s nasal tube was removed, I finally got to feed Patrick, and he was only very tiny and weak, so didn’t feed for too long. The majority of the nurses were brilliant! Very encouraging and giving me many of pointers, one that I think was significant in the success of feeding Patrick for the first 9 months of his life, was the ‘football hold’. As one, not so subtle nurse pointed out my nipples were ‘different’, and I would struggle to feed him in the ‘normal’ way/hold. I remember feeling quite hurt and disheartened by that comment, and maybe a little determined to defy her.

I thought that the ‘motherly instinct’, was somewhat of a myth (bit of an optimist), but when I got home with Patrick, I honestly believe that my motherly instinct kicked in. I was extremely lucky, my breast feeding experience with Patrick, came so naturally and with ease. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to set a goal on how long I wanted to feed him for, I just took each day as a blessing that I could. I was a good milker, the doctors would always make the comment, ‘that he is in a good paddock, isn’t he?’ I recall asking quite innocently if he was overweight… I was reminded many a times, that he will only drink as much as he needs. He was often well into the 90th percentile. I successfully breastfed my little boy until he was 9 months old and expressed for about 1 month or so, before putting him onto formula when I went back to work.

Round TWO.

I had the pleasure of sharing the majority of my second pregnancy with my older sister, our baby girls were born 5 weeks apart. Evie was again born early, two and half weeks early and oddly enough, my labours were both very quick and started and finished within half an hour of one another!! When Evie was born, there was no thinking about it, I was going to breastfeed her. My sister being the passionate breastfeeder that she was then and still is now, she always encouraged me to feed for as long as I could. Breastfeeding my little girl came as naturally as it did with my son.

Both of my babies were ones to cover you in vomit after a good feed. Except with Evie, the vomit didn’t settle, it got worse, a lot worse. At four and half weeks the midwife at my local QLD Health clinic suggested I take her to a GP straight away, she could have a blockage in her bowel!! After getting an ultrasound done straight away, it was confirmed by the sonographer and doctor, that my tiny little baby did have a blockage to her bowel, Pyloric Stenosis. We were told to take her straight to the Childrens Mater Hospital in Brisbane, where the wait began.. Evie wasn’t the classic Pyloric case, her vomiting wasn’t trajectile enough to be hitting the wall, wasn’t vomiting all the time and the scans showed that the blockage was definitely there, but not terribly severe…yet! She defied the statistics aswell. Statistically, Pyloric effects, first born boys. Evie was a second born, girl. After many discussions and opinions given by various surgeons, and more scans and blood tests to confirm that she did in fact have pyloric stenosis, at last it was decided that she did need the key hole surgery. We were devastated, but knew that she was going to fine and was going to be in great hands. After the lengthy time waiting in the emergency department, and lots of comfort feeding for little miss (she had a drip in each arm and had multiple blood tests), at around midnight Evie and I got taken up to the ward to get some rest, before the surgery that we were told would be scheduled for first thing in the morning at 8am. I was told that Evie would need to fast from 1am in the morning, so no feeding her at all!!! Let me tell you how devastating it is to hear the helpless cries from your tiny little baby because all she wants and needs is to feed from her Mumma! I was asked by the nurses on the ward if I intended on continuing to breastfeed her…I said, ‘Yes, I would like to try’. They introduced me to my friend the Medela. She was by my side every few hours to pump milk for my little girl for when she could feed again. The guilt I felt pumping, while all Evie needed was to feed from me, was indescribable. Evie finally went in to surgery at around 5pm that evening, she had been fasting for 16 hours. It brings tears to my eyes now, thinking back to the sound of her cries. I recall her not crying as much from about 2/3pm, she was giving up, she didn’t think she was ever going to get fed.. This broke me and my husband! It was hard to understand in the moment, that her surgery wasn’t critical and that there had been emergency surgeries put in front of hers. I understand now, but this was very hard to comprehend in the moment. When the surgeon came and took her from my arms, I recall being so relieved that this would soon be over, and I could feed my baby! It was a long wait, for a quick surgery, but I was holding my little bubba in recovery and couldn’t have held her any tighter. The surgeon came to chat to me while she was in recovery to let me know how well the surgery went, such a relief. My next question was, ‘When can I feed her?!?’ The nurse had said to me that I couldn’t feed her for a minimum of 4 hours post surgery, to let her stomach and bowel rest. Thankfully when I spoke with the surgeon she said, as her Mother, you will know when you can feed her. She will tell you when she is ready. Let me tell you, it was so true. I knew and she knew, and we were both so god damn happy about it!!

Feeding Evie was so special, remembering her cries in hospital, all she needed to do was look like crying and I would whip it out in no time! I was fortunate again this time, Evie was always a good doer. Making up for all that milk that she threw up in her early weeks, it didn’t take her long to hold her spot in the 95th percentile…beating her older brother.

Likewise with feeding my first son, I never took for granted that I could breastfeed and took each day as they came. I recall getting my first ever bout of Mastitis when Evie was around 5/6 months old, the pain that comes with mastitis was still not a big enough deterent to give up feeding her. Evie was always a good sleeper as a little baby, perfect baby…If I dare say that, and from about the age of 6 months, decided that she liked to wake up much more often than ever before. I remember getting all kinds of advice from all kinds of people, like; Maybe she needs topping up with formula?!, she is old enough to not need feeding at night if she is started on solids?!, let her cry! All of which is a load of crap in my eyes, if feeding her for a feed or purely a comfort feed kept her calm and got her back to sleep then it was happy days for entire household. Upon returning to work, I purchased a Medela electric breast pump and without this I don’t believe I would have expressed for as long as I did. I am stoked that I was lucky enough to be able to feed my little girl until she was 12 months old. I think that if I had of discovered an electric breast pump with Patrick, then I would have reached my goal of 12 months with him as well.

 

My breastfeeding journey is similar to my labours…too good to be true, just ask my sister for a varied story, some things just aren’t genetic! Having a great support person/husband made my journey easier too, I recall my husband bringing me a glass of water when I would sit down to feed. My only advice is don’t over think it, just do it! Take the days as they come and look into your babies eyes and enjoy the moment. Listen to your baby, between the two of you, you both know what you need; even though some days you’ll think otherwise. Happy feeding.

 

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