S and I have been able to incorporate morning nursing sessions (along with our nightly nursing) into our daily life, and the feedings have been a wonderful way to start our day. Both of us feel relaxed and rejuvenated and ready to face the challenges of work and motherhood. It has become routine that when the alarm goes off, I roll over in our comfy, sleep-warm bed and find him waiting for what he teasingly calls "pre-breakfast".
Until this morning.
Our alarm did not go off. Which meant he overslept. Which meant he was going to be late for work. Which meant he missed his morning feeding.
Uh-oh.
The Adult Nursing Relationship is a beautifully complex thing; once you have begun a scheduled nursing routine, it is incredibly difficult (both emotionally and physically) when a feeding is missed. Now that I am in the process of re-lactating, I have reached the stage in the process where I become uncomfortable if I am not able to nurse. I actually NEED it.
My breasts are protesting.
I have experienced the familiar tingling prickles of the let-down reflex and the fullness that tells me that my breasts "need" to be emptied.
Manual expression it is...until tonight.
I think the emotional need is even greater. For both of us.
S just left me a text message that read:
Missing you and our time together this morning
So I know that his need to be nursed is as strong as my need to be nursed FROM.
My advice to women who are involved in a loving ANR where feedings are carefully planned and scheduled?
Do NOT miss a feeding (unless absolutely necessary). Stay committed to your routine and focused on your feeding schedule.
Your boobs will thank you for it!
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