There are practical reasons for your wife breastfeeding your children, that would appeal to any husband and father, the foremost being that it's cheaper! The cost of formula adds up, and, when you think about it, it's pretty stupid to pay a lot of money for something trying to substitute for free mother's milk . It's also cheaper in the long run, because breastfed children are healthier. Their immune systems are strengthened, they normally have healthier skin, more acute vision, better nerve tissue and so higher I.Q., and lower heart rates, and when the time comes, are more willing to accept a variety of solid foods. They are less likely to have diarrhea, gastrointestinal infections, childhood cancer, ear infections, juvenile rheumatoid arthritis, constipation, urinary tract infections, food allergies, kidney trouble, severe upper respiratory infections, wheezing, pneumonia and influenza. They are less likely to have acute appendicitis, need a tonsillectomy or orthodontics, and as adults will tend to have lower cholesterol, and less chance of Crohn's disease and ulcerative colitis. There are more health benefits, but I'm not here to bore you. If your wife breastfeeds, though, you're likely to have fewer medical expenses in general.
So much for the selfish reason of keep money in our pockets. There are mothers so harried and driven that they'd rather not breastfeed, and so let them be. The nurturing and bonding brought about by breastfeeding should not be forced. That would defeat much of the purpose. But the mother who wants to experience the wholeness of motherhood and bond with her babies and raise healthier children by breastfeeding should get all the encouragement she can from the man who loves her. It was my wife Micki's dream to breastfeed. I love my wife, so incorporated her visions and ideas as my own.
In our family, we saved enough money, by not buying formula, to give me the impetus to suggest to Micki that she doesn't have to work outside the home if she'd rather focus on our non-monetary needs. She had never even considered this until I suggested it, thinking she'd have to earn a wage for us to get by. My job was not a great one, but it paid enough for us to work out a modest budget, and Micki became a stay-at-home mom. I felt good that I could provide financially for our growing family, and she felt good that she could provide the needed time and caring for all of us. I've always given her the freedom to work outside the home, though, if she ever wants to.
The myth is that the natural way is easy. But breastfeeding the first time is often very difficult. There are many hard and painful times when a new mother may want to give up. You need to bear up and help get her past the hard parts. Meanwhile we live in a commercialized and unnatural society that's often antagonistic toward breastfeeding, and your wife must struggle through this, too. Help her. Encourage her. Stand beside her. She wants the best for your child by doing what mothers have been doing since the creation of humankind. Around her is a world now used to measuring ounces in a bottle and brainwashed by greedy media into believing the breast is nothing but a sexual object. But beside her is you, the man she loves and trusts. This is not a time to fail her.
Listen to your wife. This experience, although sometimes difficult, is natural for her. She must listen to her instincts and intuition, and because you love her and your growing family, listen to her. Encourage her. Develop an intuition about the needs of your family. Validate her, as together you discover the way that works for you, the way that's unique to your family. There needs to be a great deal of listening.
Breastfeeding is really a family affair. It's all about relationships. First of all, there's the mother and child relationship, but also there's how the husband supports her and enriches the dynamics and the results. You can supply acceptance, joy, trust, bonding (yes, you can join in the bonding), safety, faithfulness, confirmation or validation, protection, privacy, peace, health and nurturing.
There are many ways to do this. You can encourage your wife to learn things beforehand about breastfeeding, to become familiar with examples, to see it done, to learn about extended breastfeeding, etc., by going to LaLeche League or other support groups. And when they have social get-togethers, you can go with her. And when she's a breastfeeding mom, bring her plenty of water and liquids while she's nursing, be sure she's getting proper nutrition, try to keep her from stress and overwhelming demands, and give her time to rest and feed the baby in peace. Both mother and child need this quiet time to rest and to bond. ("I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother..." - Psalm 131:2a). If you have other children, take care of them while she's nursing. Provide transportation when needed. Give of your time to your family.
At first, it may be very awkward to breastfeed in public. Ease her worries. Make her comfortable. Don't be the problem, but give her encouragement. Work to overcome the initial difficulty. For instance, if you sit down at a restaurant, make sure she has space and that the baby doesn't have to compete with a table. Don't go out immediately with a bunch of people, but give her privacy at first, then help her work into the ease of public breastfeeding. Let her feel that you're doing this together. Guard her. If problems arise, don't get defensive, don't drop the ball, but give support, get through it together, try to figure it out together. At first there will be some embarrassment. Your wife will likely be showing parts of her breasts in public, and you'll feel like everyone is gawking at you. Have patience. Stand by your wife when attacked for whatever reason, be it breastfeeding in public, a family bed, tandem feeding, extended breastfeeding, or simply breastfeeding per se. It's not their business anyway.
Now and then we hear stories of a mother breastfeeding in public being told to go to the restroom to do that. I don't eat in the restroom, and don't expect a baby to have to do that either. It is your right to feed your baby whenever it's hungry. This prejudice against breastfeeding in public is one of my pet peeves. As I've said elsewhere, if I were to be sitting near a breastfeeding mom while someone tells her to go someplace else to do that, I would love to hear the mother retort, "Breasts are soft but noses break. Go sit down." On the contrary, when I see a mother nursing in public, and have the opportunity, I compliment her for providing the best for her baby and for being a good role model.
There are times, though, when your wife is having difficulty, that you can take advantage of not being so physically and emotionally connected, and can back up and determine the situation. When Micki was breastfeeding our second son, Samuel, I noticed that her health was failing. She was losing weight and often sick. Despite her desire to continue, I talked her into weaning the baby cold-turkey at 25 months. Although I've never lived this down, and wish our son could have weaned himself, Micki's health did improve, and she respects me for caring. So don't be stubborn. Don't let pride (or fear) keep you from trying something else that might work better.
At night, especially, breastfeeding has wonderful benefits, especially if you're agreeable to a family bed. For one thing, neither of you has to stumble up at night if the baby is hungry and crying, to go to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of formula. Micki and I had each of our babies sleep between us in bed, and when they were hungry, Micki simply turned onto her side, and I never woke up. Eventually, when I got crabbier over the years, I would complain of there not being room for three people in one double bed. A single bed pressed against the side of the double bed was the quick and efficient solution.
In 1980, Micki and I hitchhiked over four thousand miles with our son, Leif, who was just under two-years-old. Not only was Micki breastfeeding him, but we also used cloth diapers. While I carried our other supplies in a Kelty backpack, Micki carried on her back a rucksack full of diapers, and on her front our toddler in a Snugli. Having to carry dirty diapers in a plastic bag and stop now and then to wash them was inconvenient, but feeding Leif never was. In Wisconsin a businessman picked us up, and as we rode through the countryside, Micki lay down in the back seat to nurse our son. The driver at one point glanced back, saw what she was doing, then he took a double-take. He then relaxed at the wheel, and with a little smile, said quietly, "That's nice."
One thing that never ceased to amaze me throughout our nursing years (Micki has breastfed all six of our children) is the let-down phenomenon. No matter how far my wife was from our baby, when the baby was hungry, Micki's breast by leaking or a tingling, pins-and-needles feeling, would tell her so. This is a miracle of nature to me, and I can't understand how it works. But she would get to our baby to feed it just as the hungry cry began. Tends to make anyone a believer in breastfeeding. I also was fascinated by reusable breastmilk collectors. They're a pair of hard-plastic containers that fit around the nipples of a nursing mother and catch what milk leaks out, so it doesn't make wet spots on her clothing. Amazing inventions.
Micki also practiced extended breastfeeding, letting each child decide when to wean, and nursed two children at once. Through our last four children, she nursed fifteen years straight, even during pregnancy. This is the way we discovered that worked for us, the way that was unique to our family. The other day we were watching a video of our first daughter Glory's birth (a waterbirth at home) and at the end of the segment, the tape shows Micki nursing both Glory on one breast and our youngest son, Andy, on the other. Andy was watching it with us, and he said, "That was one of my best memories. That's one of the deepest bonding experiences between siblings." In Glory's birth announcement we included a picture of both her and Andy nursing together, and in the caption we put a quote by John Milton: "For we were nursed upon the self-same hill."
Humor is important, too. There were times when Micki had troubles that made her feel awful. She once had a lump surgically removed from her breast, and as the wound was trying to heal, milk would painfully leak out of it. Other times, milk would squirt out of a nipple, even across the room, once hitting me in the eye. Micki's hormones were going wild, and she felt like she was falling apart, like she was losing control of her body. Enter goofy me. When the milk hit me in the eye, I reacted like an overacting victim in lazer tag. I grabbed my eye and stumbled back, putting on a great show, and got Micki to laughing. We tried to harmonize with her hormones (is that called "hormony"?), or, as the saying goes, "put 'fun' back in dysfunctional."
A husband may feel estranged from his wife's unique ability to breastfeed. Since he's being denied the privilege of sharing the job of holding a plastic bottle and letting his baby down the appropriate amount of manufactured breastmilk substitute in his lap, he thinks that breastfeeding is her thing. He ambles about in other matters. But it's not her thing. She needs the support and encouragement of her husband more than ever. Nursing is a family thing. And working together, loving each other, you can turn your nursing family into a nurturing family, a connected, complete, whole family.
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