I was asked the other day on social media how long I plan to exclusively feed my new baby Posie.
The answer is like the milky gold stuff itself, a little bit fluid. I don’t intend to do anything but I suppose it’s likely I won’t stop any time soon going on history.
However, will I give her formula at some point as well? I guess I might. My breast feeding mantra is do whatever suits at any given time.
Florence was my first and with no decisive plans to breast feed before she was born it became incredibly important once I found myself in a pickle trying to get established.
My midwife telling me (and my cracked nipples, burgeoning bout of mastitis and teary eyes) that it was perhaps time to give in and get some formula was all I needed to give absolute clarity that I would breast feed this baby even if it killed me.
It nearly did!
But I got there in the end always having the temperament to defy (just ask my mother to recount my teenage years) and eventually fed her until she was three-and-a-half.
Years, not months and though I haven’t even once considered buying clothing…
