Some People Say They’d Rather Feel Pain Than Have No Feeling At All. These People Did Not Nurse While Pregnant.
I am almost 16 weeks pregnant. I am still nursing Lucy.
Most people don’t really care about this, but those who do seem to subscribe to one of two schools of thought on the subject:
1. I am a saint and a martyr and YOU GO GIRL!
2. I am an evil monster trying to kill my baby and DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH THE BABY WHEN IT IS BORN, SHE MIGHT EAT IT!
Today, at my baby doctor appointment, the subject came up. The nurse I spent about an hour chatting with and giving blood to was a graduate of school number two. She instructed me to STOP NURSING AT ONCE FOR THE SAKE OF MY UNBORN CHILD! My doctor, however, felt differently. I am sure there are laws or at least a lawyer advising her against calling me a monster and suggesting I am desirious of cannibalistic activity, but she genuinely seemed to feel as if what I was doing was okay. She said I was in good health and there’s no reason a woman in good health and with good nutrition cannot nurse while she is pregnant.
She did say I may be motivated to stop in the second trimester because things will likely get uncomfortable. But, I explained to her: THEY ALREADY ARE.
The thing about nursing while pregnant is this: PAIN. PAIN! OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS, THE MOTHER-FUCKING PAIN! And if you think the f-word is vulgar, you know nothing of the pain I’m talking about. It makes fuck sound like hallelujah. Imagine red hot 10 gauge needles being inserted into your nipples until they poke through your back. And then imagine being suspending from those needles. It feels a little like that. But worse. Not while I’m nursing, but while I’m NOT nursing. Or if my breasts get cold. Or touched. Or looked at. Or not.
The heating pad is my best friend. I spend most of my time at home clutching it to my chest and moaning. And when I’m away from home, I’m just soldiering through it. No, I’m not coming on to you and I’m not a pervert – I am touching my breasts because of the pain. Oh for the love of all sugary treats, THE PAIN!
The truth is, I’m not a saint or a martyr. My reasons for continuing with nursing are 20% laziness and 30% cowardice and we all know saints and martyrs are pretty brave go-getters. And I’m not an evil monster, because the remaining 50% of my reasoning is made up of love for my children and the belief of what is best for them. Even the ones that can still fit in my uterus. I’m just a woman in pain. OH MY GOOD LORD, THE PAIN!!!