What a crazy adventure breastfeeding is. I knew before I got pregnant that I wanted to breastfeed my babies. But it wasn’t as easy as I was expecting. The first days when Maëlle was born she was putting her tong on the roof of her mouth so we had a hard time to start, a lot of crying, a lot of calls to the nurses to help me. But she ended up understanding how it works on her own two days later. Then in her first few weeks of life it actually made me cry A lot. As I felt like all I was doing was breastfeeding all day and night. I was loosing my freedom, myself and time to do anything else. Then we started to have feed 2-3 hours away and I got a little bit of time for myself and it made me feel so much better. But then I was wondering if I had enough milk because she was crying a lot.. Turns out I did but it was a really tough time mentally. And now, almost 3 months later, I am loving it. Continuing to provide for my baby after the 9 months in my womb. Knowing I am giving her everything she needs in order to grow is so rewarding. Seeing her smile at me when I look down at her, her small hand grabbing my shirt and her little belly and legs fill up as the weeks passes. 🤍 Nothing more natural than this and yet people like to make moms feel ashamed about it. If that’s your intention you can unfollow me please. . . . #breastfeeding