Mad hard, yo.

Here's something no one tells you, or at least no one told me. Breastfeeding is hard. Or as my sister would say, Breastfeeding is mad hard, yo.

No one told me this. You would think if nature intended this and it is natural and all that jazz, that it would not be difficult. But it is. Mad difficult, yo.

Getting him to latch on was hard. So hard that now, three and a half weeks later, we are just getting the hang of it without the use of plastic thingys that aide him in latching on.

Certainly I know that he is indeed getting what he needs, because at his two week check up where they look for them to be back at their birth weight, my Beaner was a half pound bigger than he was at birth.

And its not even the mechanics of breastfeeding that is hard. Waking up every three hours at night is hard. Being bound to your child every two to three hours during the day is hard. Knowing that your husband wishes he could help and more actively participate is hard. Telling him there is absolutely nothing he can do, is hard.

And then when you are ready to pump, there's bottles. Holy crap there's a lot of different kinds of bottles. And they not cheap, yo. Which one will he like? Which one is most "real"?

Now, all of that said, I wouldn't not breastfeed. As I've been told on many occasions, I'm very lucky that I'm able to breastfeed exclusively. And I know that "breast is best", as they say. It is natural, nothing is manufactured, nothing can be exactly reproduced.

My son is breastfeed, and I am glad for that and know that he will, probably, benefit from it. I'm just saying its hard. Mad hard.