Back in Manila, there’s a huge support group for breastfeeding moms. It has gotten so big that it has evolved into a sorta “attachment parenting” group that advocates babywearing as well. I’ve gotten so envious of friends who go to babywearing meets and breastfeeding seminars and wished and hoped there is the same support group here in Vietnam. Kerry from Belli Blossom and I talked about this a couple of months back and am so glad that Belli Blossom is sponsoring the a breastfeeding in HCMC FREE of charge! 😉
If you’re expecting or already nursing your little one, join the breastfeeding meeting on Friday, May 25, 1:30 PM at Belli Blossom 4th Floor Crescent Mall in PMH. If you can’t go, you can email firstname.lastname@example.org for more information on schedules. And if you’re in District 1 or nearer District 1, you can join the meeting at Belli Blossom at 12 Mac Din Chi St.
My first breastfeeding excprienee began almost 6 years ago. That’s how old our eldest boy is now. His was a wonderful birth and despite some conflicting advice in the hospital and himself being a very slow feeder, we got on wonderfully and our breastfeding excprienee was to last 13 months.Our second boy literally popped out and into the world ninety minutes after arriving at the hospital. He, too, latched on straightaway and he soon proved to be the opposite of his big brother. Not for him the long, lazy snuggles in his mothers arms, but rather lets get this job done so I can go back to sleep. He was a very efficient feeder from the get go. Breastfeeding came into its own when he fell foul with a horrible bout of chicken pox at seven months. Coupled with three top teeth that decided to appear at once, this chap just couldn’t catch a break. 9 months later, I was six months pregnant with son number three, and he fell asleep for the first time without a breastfeed. At 16 months old, he weaned.Our third little boy was born via emergency section and for the first time as a breastfeeding mother, it looked as if it was not going to work out for us. He was sleepy and not at all interested in latching on but the second day, when I was feeing a little less groggy, things took a turn for the better and we didn’t look back.Another little bloke who enjoyed his mothers milk for 16 months. I was 6 months pregnant with son number four and with the joyful prospect of feeding a newborn again, it was with a light heart that I let him go onto the next stage of his life.Our fourth son was a wondeful VBAC and is now 7 months old and as much a joy to feed as his older brothers. Of course, he is doing that acrobatic twist of his head at the slightest noise which makes it practically impossible to feed him sometimes.I love breastfeeding. It is so calming, nurturing and precious. I love the way all of our boys went into a massive body tremble when they saw me and realised dinner was about to be served. One of the lads used to get excited when he spotted a particular bra I had. That poor chap has no surprises left for his teenage years I fear!It may have been a challenge in the beginning and certainly after the section, but I am so proud of the fact that I am a breastfeeding mother.This Christmas will be the first Christmas in 6 years that I am not pregnant BUT still breastfeeding.