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MY NIPPLES HURT!: A Breastfeeding Rant

Categories Having A Baby In Singapore, Living And Traveling In Asia, Mom Stuff2 Comments

I was asked to write this piece for Sassy Mama Singapore.  Here is an excerpt.

FYI: This is not about which is better. It doesn’t matter. I don’t think anyone has ever said, “I wish my mom breastfed me. My life would have turned out so much better.”  No more mommy wars. :)

I was supposed to be a breastfeeding ninja this time around.

Ninja Mommy Steps:

  1. Pop baby out the wazoo.
  2. Plant confidently on nipple.
  3. Experience the unparalleled joy of successful breastfeeding.

My baby had other plans.

No latching, not even a taste. I kept trying, no dice. I waited, tried again. Bupkus. More waiting, more trying. He finally latched on for a few minutes. The nurses all said, “No problem! He is a big (9.5 lb/4.3 kg) boy! He can go a few days before needing to eat.” He nursed for a few minutes about once a day for three days before extreme lethargy set in from the onset of jaundice, landing us in the hospital. A few days of “tanning,” bottle feeding, and partial breastfeeding later, we were on our way to having a healthy baby.



To continue reading this post, click here to go to Sassy Mama Singapore where it has been published.

Jennifer Jasensky is currently a New Jersey resident, formerly a resident of Dubai and Singapore, and a Chicagoland native. A former mathematics teacher and dancer/choreographer, she is an outgoing homebody and perpetual idealist whose love of learning knows no bounds. She hates writing bios, so that's all you get. :D

2 thoughts on “MY NIPPLES HURT!: A Breastfeeding Rant

  1. Great blog! I’m always ashamed to admit how BFing was a total stressful nightmare for me. I was blessed with flat nipples (not!) I had no choice but to use nipple shields as baby wouldn’t latch otherwise. Then when she weaned at 6m on her own preferring the nipple on her bottle and not mine, I was a devastated mess. Everyone told me I was a success, but I felt like a total failure. What I realize now is that none of this parenting stuff goes exactly as you had planned on and just being a flexible mommy is the way to success.

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