Support

Before my oldest son was even born, I knew that I was going to breastfeed him.  To me, there was no other viable option, so I was prepared to begin that process immediately upon his birth.  I remember thinking about how sweet that would be – just moments after birth, having my baby begin nursing as I looked down on him in awed amazement. 

Things, however, didn’t quite turn out like that.  My son needed to spend the first few days of his life in the NICU and his first nursing was postponed for a couple days.  When he finally was able to begin nursing, it didn’t go as well as I had hoped.  In fact, nursing did not go well at all for a very, very long time. 

Perhaps I was a little naïve, but I simply didn’t anticipate that breastfeeding would be so difficult.  I just presumed that such a “natural” function would require no special effort.  For some women, that’s true, but that was not my experience -- not at all. 

Within days of bringing my son home from the hospital, my excitement about nursing quickly turned to complete despair.  Each day brought new challenges and one problem seemed to beget another:  my son couldn’t latch, I became engorged and then had blocked ducts, I was in such pain from pumping and attempting to nurse that every session was marked with extreme pain.   Mommy & baby quickly grew completely frustrated, and trying to figure out how to nurse while frustrated & crying never works. The various contraptions given to us by the lactation consultant at the hospital didn’t help and I soon had no idea what to do.  I felt like a complete failure and seeing no other options, was ready to give up!

My poor husband felt so useless.  In desperation one day, though, he placed a call to a La Leche League.  (How he even knew of that resource or where to find a phone number for a contact is still beyond me).  He brought the phone into the bedroom where I was tearfully struggling through another unsuccessful nursing session.

Over the speakerphone, this woman I didn’t even know began asking me questions about what was happening.  But strangely, when she heard of the difficulties, she didn’t confirm my fear that I’d never succeed.  In fact, she wasn’t despairing at all; she was oddly optimistic.  Before long, I found that her optimism was contagious and I felt my feelings changing.  Talking to her calmed my crazy thoughts; I actually felt my negativity dissipate and I began to feel hopeful.  It was amazing!

When I eventually got off the phone, my son still couldn’t nurse, but I remember thinking I had found the solution.  It wasn’t in a technique, a position, or a device.  It was in having support.  This stranger I didn’t even know made me believe it would be possible to nurse; she understood the challenges I was facing, but had knowledge and experience to share with me and to encourage me.  For me, support was vital.

To this day, I find that to be true in all aspects of parenting. I can spend countless hours pursing various parenting techniques, theories, methodologies, strategies and philosophies, but in the end, motherhood is all about having support.   

There is just something really profound that happens inside me when I hear someone validate what I’m thinking or experiencing.  To know I’m not alone does more for me than even an immediate solution to the problem at hand could do.  I know this is not simply my experience; I’ve talked to countless women who crave support as much as I do. 

Sadly, though, we live in a feministic-driven society that encourages – if not mandates – that motherhood be an independent venture.  But I know God didn’t intend it to be that way.  He wanted young moms to learn from older moms – to bring their babies home to a family that included a mom and grandma and aunts and sisters, all of whom could help the new mom and provide her the necessary support. (Titus 2).

But just because God intended it to be this way doesn’t mean it’s easy.  I find myself having to be extremely intentional to find and maintain the support I need.  I’ve had to seek out mentor moms who are ahead of me who can give me input when I’m facing a new situation.  I’ve had to find other moms who can come alongside me because they are right there in the trenches with me.  And I’ve also had to pursue other moms who are behind me, looking to me to give them encouragement, advice and perspective.  I know they need support as much as I do.

While all of this takes a great deal of time and effort, I know it is worth it.  I can quickly get to the end of myself when I’m relying only on my own knowledge and experience.  Motherhood is far too difficult for me to try to navigate on my own.  I need support.  I can’t do it any other way.