There he was. My first born child. A whopping 9lb son. I had clearly defined expectations on what becoming a mother would like. I pictured my birth. Natural with no complications and drugs only as a last resort. I imagined what having a newborn child would be like. I wouldn’t sleep a lot. I would breastfeed. I would gaze down at our newborn son as he happily nuzzled into me.
Oh boy within the first 24 hours all my expectiaitons had been thrown out the window. After a complicated labour, there were no time for drugs as I was rushed in for an emergency C-Section.
My first days of motherhood were spent in pain, struggling to walk and shower, depressed at the loss of my ideal birth. I appeared confident as I approached breastfeeding. My baby seemed to be taking to it until…..the advice began. [Read more…]