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Home › Articles › Essays/Opinion › Rough Beginnings: An inspirational story of breastfeeding

Rough Beginnings: An inspirational story of breastfeeding

By Adele M. Borkowski

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During the eighth month of my pregnancy, my husband got a job offer that would take us to the same town that his parents lived in. We jumped at the chance to move because we were living away from all of our family. So we moved when I had a little more than a month to go until my due date.

I had scheduled an appointment to meet a new midwife -- once my new insurance took effect. I wanted to see a midwife because I was going to do a Bradley birth, with little intervention and no drugs if possible, so that my baby would be alert and ready to nurse as soon as he was born. I really wanted to start things out right. I read everything about breastfeeding that I could get my hands on and I was sure that things would go without a hitch!

The drive to my in-laws' house (we were staying with them for a week until our house was ready for us) took 4 1/2 hours, and by the end of it I was miserable! We arrived on a Sunday, and that is when my pregnancy started to really feel uncomfortable. Not that I was completely comfortable before, but it just seemed to get far worse.

We had gone to bed at the normal time Tuesday night, and, as is the way of all pregnant women almost into their ninth month, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I got back into bed, I was leaking amniotic fluid. I woke my husband and we tried to figure out what to do. Don't forget, I didn't have an OB or midwife yet, and didn't even know what hospital to go to. We called my doctor in Raleigh, who worked for a HMO, and I was advised to travel back to Raleigh so that my insurance would take care of it. Needless to say, we rejected that suggestion.

We went to a hospital in the area, and went to the emergency room. Of course, we were the talk of the hospital -- what idiot pregnant woman goes and moves to another state and then doesn't have a doctor for this important experience? So, we were assigned the doctor on duty, who had never even heard of Bradley, and if I didn't know any better, I would swear that "Intervention" was his middle name.

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