My love for breastfeeding is deeply rooted in my own experience with my four sons.
Twenty five years ago I was blessed with two tiny little twin boys. They were born prematurely, and were in the hospital for five weeks before we could bring them home. I always knew I wanted to breastfeed so at first, I was pumping with a hand held manual pump and would take this pumped breastmilk to the hospital two hours away every second day. When my boys were transferred closer to home I would drive to the hospital every two hours to feed them.
After a couple of days the doctor pulled me aside and said to me: “Just stay home, rest and recover, we will take care of the babies”. I was taken aback with his suggestion and went home to call their pediatrician in another hospital who happened to be Hungarian. I cried and told the pediatrician that the doctor at the hospital wouldn’t let me breastfeed my babies. Two hours later I was back to feed my boys, and the same doctor welcomed me with open arms. He directed me to a room that was reserved for me to breastfeed uninterruptedly.
Eventually, we were able to bring our sons home. I kept pumping, breastfeeding, we had to supplement with formula, and I also had to figure out how to feed them at the same time; otherwise one was crying and I would lose my milk on that side. After four and a half months, they started to refuse the breast leaving me devastated but also seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. My third boy refused my milk at eight and a half months when I got very sick, and I breastfed my youngest son until he was three and a half years old. What a journey we had! Today, I feel privileged to be called upon by mothers of all walks of life to help them with their breastfeeding journey.