Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you need to explain something to a big audience yet you feel embarrassed? welcome to my school of thoughts. Breastfeeding is a sensitive thing to address, I mean in public. Anyway today my mantra is “my words my choice”.
Well, Terrence was 4kg when born. He was so big and hairy. The doctors kept asking ” huyu mtoto ni wa nani?” the small-timid mum will answer with a smile on her face,”wangu,mbona?” I would revert, “ni mkubwa, alizaliwa normally?”….shyly I will nod my head and switch my attention to my phone calling my mother or his father to come pick me up because I was already discharged. Who likes a hospital any way? Just then a handsome looking doctor came in. He smiled at me and I thought I knew his next question. He had a book on his hand.” Congratulations mum”, he said looking at me straight into the eye.” thank you”, this time i was not shy,hoping he wont repeat the same mistake of his comrades. He sat on my bed .Held my boy and smiled and said “healthy baby i see”,I couldn’t help but feel accomplished. “This is how you hold your baby, head high , and do not try to make him sit,he is still fragile and the bones are not yet strong”,he interrupted my glory moment handing Terrence over to me.
“Mum, this baby needs the breast milk. has your milk started flowing?” he asked . At this juncture I remembered that my breasts were really full of mild but very painful more the nipples were painful. The nurse had advised earlier on that I take hot chocolate milk so that the milk will come. Every-time I placed the breast on my sons mouth I will scream scaring the baby who in-turn screams. So went home eventually, and still no milk on my breasts so and that night the baby cried all through . We took turns with the dad until morning when a nice woman ( i will forever be grateful to her) , my neighbor came to see us. She had made me breakfast, i was too tired to even get out of bed leave alone making breakfast. “maziwa imetoka Rumona?” she asked. “Bado imagine, ” I said sadly. “Ni sawa, kula hii njahi itamwagika kama tu kama tuzo”. Seeing the sleeping baby I felt pity for him. So I had a morning bath and took to my breakfast and true to her words the milk came. And for six months Terrence had his milk in full supply. Weaning came ( story for another day) and now it was time to stop two years down the line.
First , we tried pepper,the green one. It worked for two days but at night I would forget and breast feed him. He later learnt that actually, if he takes a glass of cold water he would be able breastfeed still. Well, he had become smarter.
Aloe Vera was the next move, this one it never worked he just had his milk as usual.
Elastoplast, followed and it was ” mummy, ameumia nyonyo”. The gospel was spread to everyone who cared to listen.”
But still, it didn’t work.
One month later, no success with my quest.
So finally, sellotape came to my mind. Guess what it worked!
In my next post , I will narrate to you how my two weeks of swollen-breasts were.