You'll never guess who gave Ella her whale jammies. Thank you Nanni and Papa. If clothes are the only thing "Whale-ish" that are passed on to my kids, I am so so happy for them. They'll never have to deal with people saying, "Your name is Heather Wally?" "It's pronounced Whale. Just like the animal." "Really? WOW." *Blank stare*
If you feel uncomfortable reading about controversial topics, DO NOT READ THIS BLOG POST.
I have been really fortunate. All 3 of my kids picked up nursing within 5 minutes at the hospital. The starts of nursing were all easy but the continuation proved to be a different story. I had to be re-hospitalized 2 weeks after I had Lily and was put on non-nursing medication. Luckily, she picked up formula feeding easily. Skyler on the other hand refused taking a bottle at all costs and solely nursed for 10 months.
This time around, I planned to nurse Ella for the full first year, not because I enjoy nursing, but because it's free. Does that make me shallow? Probably.
I really did have a goal to enjoy everything that came with having a baby this time around. I didn't enjoy nursing Skyler so I made it a goal to try to enjoy nursing this time around. And in the beginning, I thought my change of perspective was actually working.
But then my experience with Skyler started repeating itself. When people ask me why I hated nursing so much, I usually just say that it's because both Lily and Skyler took about an hour to nurse each time. So that was literally 8 hours of my day sitting and feeding a baby. I knew that was ridiculously long and not normal. But Skyler continued to do that all the way up to 10 months.
But that's not the main reason why I hate nursing. I usually don't like to talk about the real reason: no matter how positive I try to stay during the day, I get a panic attack every single time I get let down. Then I get hit by a wave of depression. I don't even have to be nursing to get pulled under -- just get let down. I've tried to control it, but I can't. I can actually tell about 20 seconds beforehand that I'm going to get let down because I'll go from happy and smiling to panicking and holding back tears. WEIRD. It makes no sense to me, but then I've given up on trying to make sense of the human body and all of its craziness.
A little over a week ago Ben and I decided that enough was enough. Yes, I know that breast milk is nutritionally best, but honestly, formula is pretty dang awesome, too. Unless of course you accidentally get some in your mouth (don't ask) and then it's not so awesome. But in this case, formula is a saving grace to me. I absolutely love bottle feeding.
So ever since that day, I have been weaning Ella slowly to a bottle and she has been doing great. This in turn has lifted my spirits immensely. It must be something chemically or hormonally related, but I can feel emotional freedom now.
So sorry when I kind of roll my eyes whenever people say that breast is always best. I don't really agree. I don't think that Lily and Ella are going to stand out just because they were bottle fed. I think they'll be fine.
One thing that I think is better than giving babies breast milk, is having a happy environment at home. And if bottle feeding is the way to do that, then I don't feel any guilt whatsoever.

