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<![CDATA[La Leche League Asia & Middle East - Close to the Heart Articles]]>Mon, 15 Sep 2025 05:35:12 +0000Weebly<![CDATA[How I Survived a Nursing Strike]]>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 13:53:50 GMThttps://www.lllasia.org/close-to-the-heart-articles/how-i-survived-a-nursing-strike

by Iman Saade
Lebanon Group

My breastfeeding journey with my son began easily and effortlessly. This is the second baby I have nursed, having nursed my daughter past one year. I was a pro and had always had an abundance of milk.

When my son was around 14 months and only nursing about four times a day, I had a family emergency and had to leave him. I made sure I left plenty of breast milk for him to drink. I pumped twice a day while I was gone in order to keep my supply. Once I got back I picked up my son and tried to nurse right away. He refused me and would not latch. I was devastated and heartbroken. That whole day and the next I kept offering the breast and he kept refusing. However, I continued pumping in case he decided to nurse again.

On days three and four I gave up hope. Even after offering many times a day and wearing him around the house, he was making no progress. I stopped pumping. I felt selfish trying to make him nurse when he obviously didn’t want to. I felt completely defeated and told my husband it was over. Then the
unthinkable happened: my son asked me to nurse. He latched and nursed as if nothing had happened. I definitely cried tears of joy. I called my friend, La Leche League Leader Tamara Drenttel-Brand, with the wonderful news and she told me what I needed to do to get my supply back up.

Since I had stopped pumping, my milk supply had reduced a lot. I have always had lots of extra milk while nursing, so feeling my breasts so empty and pumping barely drops was a very humbling experience. So I started pumping as many times as I could during the day, even if it was only for a short amount of time. I managed about eight pumping sessions, some lasting only 10 minutes. After ten days of pumping, I felt my supply was back! I stopped pumping, and continued nursing on demand.

Now, five months later and at 19 months old, my son is nursing more than ever. My goal has always been to “get past a year, then we’ll see”. But once we overcame that huge hurdle, I knew I didn’t want to stop. Now my goal is two years, then we’ll see. For now, I am enjoying this second chance and I am so very grateful.

Close to the Heart Vol. 15, No. 1 (Early-Year 2014)

]]><![CDATA[Breastfeeding Makes Us Happy]]>Tue, 23 Jul 2024 16:33:39 GMThttps://www.lllasia.org/close-to-the-heart-articles/breastfeeding-makes-us-happy

Many mothers start breastfeeding simply because they’ve heard about the health benefits it gives their babies. However, after a while many mothers start to enjoy breastfeeding more than they expected. Some LLL Asia mothers tell us why breastfeeding puts a smile on Mummy’s face.

I feel happiest when I watch my daughter search desperately for my breast and when she finds it latches on, drinks, and is satisfied. Also when my oldest at two years of age would pull my shirt up and help himself at night to a drink at my breast.
Satomi Suzuki
LLL Wakkanai, Japan

The happiest thing about breastfeeding for me was watching the unblemished joy and pleasure it gave to my two boys.
Allison Croft
LLL Mongolia

Looking down at my baby and seeing her eyes roll in ecstasy when she takes that first drink is something only a breastfeeding mother can see. Also, when my in-laws came to stay I had the perfect escape. Erin and I would head upstairs and climb into bed together; while she would feed I would read my book. It was bliss and no one could accuse me of being antisocial - I was just feeding my baby.
Nanno Stokes
LLL Singapore

Being able to nurse Yosuke right after birth was a very special moment for me since I was unable to do this with my first child. Seeing my son grow on just my milk gives me a very happy feeling.
Yuriko Saito
LLL Wakkanai, Japan

Witnessing the miracle of two healthy babies grown solely on my breast milk was a powerful confirmation of my womanhood and importance as a mother. I gained new respect for my body and reveled in the fact that I could provide something so important to the health and happiness of my children.
Melanie Wilson
LLL Mongolia

I think the happiest thing about breastfeeding for me is how enthusiastic Aurelia is when she is nursing, often grabbing onto my breast with both hands and gulping down the milk. She always looks so content afterwards and it still amazes me that after two years of breastfeeding, something that is so simple and natural can make her so extremely happy!
Diana Marsh
LLL Singapore

Watching my daughter smile while she nurses and knowing that she needs me are when I feel the happiest.
Sachiko Tanaka
LLL Wakkanai, Japan

I love the way my daughter asks to nurse with her special word "pai" and how she contentedly falls back to sleep or goes back to play after nursing.
Makiko Iwamoto
LLL Wakkanai, Japan

I am happy just being able to breastfeed. When my daughter tells me my milk tastes good, I feel especially happy!
Omura Hiroko
LLL Wakkanai, Japan

When my daughter Emily was first born she was unable to breastfeed. She was desperate to latch on but just could not manage it. The doctors were worried she was losing too much weight and were pushing me to give her formula; I was devastated. With the encouragement of my LLL Group Leader I refused the formula, expressed my milk and bottle fed it to her. When I came home from hospital I continued to have support from my LLL Group Leader who kept telling me to persevere with trying and that one day Emily would manage to latch on. To be honest, I really didn't believe her! However, after three weeks it eventually happened. Emily latched on and breastfed normally – it was the best feeling. My daughter is now a very healthy and happy six-month-old, and I feel a huge sense of achievement. That for me is the nicest thing about breastfeeding.
Caroline Shuttleworth
LLL Taipei, Taiwan

Close to the Heart Vol. 8, No. 2 (Mid-Year 2007)

]]><![CDATA[A Designer Solution]]>Sat, 05 Aug 2023 11:31:40 GMThttps://www.lllasia.org/close-to-the-heart-articles/a-designer-solution

by Cher Skelling
LLL Hong Kong Island Group

I live in Hong Kong and work as a shoe designer, developing ladies’ shoes for major fashion retailers.

Before my daughter was born, I knew I wanted to breastfeed her for about a year, but I also knew I would have to return to work when she was just two months old. I wasn’t sure how it would be possible. To add to my difficulties, I worked for three to four days a week at a sample factory in mainland China.

The journey to get there from my home takes three hours, which is too long to do as a commute in one day, so I always stayed overnight. I soon realised that if I wanted to breastfeed, I would have to take my baby with me. But this seemed to pose even more problems. How to do a three-hour journey by metro, train and car? Could she stay with me in my office? Was my rather basic company accommodation suitable for a baby? Who would help look after her while I was busy doing my work?

I discussed my plans with my colleagues and although they were a bit surprised, they soon realised that it was the only way I could continue in my job. I was very relieved when they promised to support me.

Before I left for maternity leave, I started to make preparations. I bought some baby essentials for my apartment in China, I had some blinds and a comfortable chair put in my office so I could breastfeed without interruptions, and I made sure I had a sling and a car seat for travel.

What I still hadn’t sorted out was a carer to look after my daughter while I worked. I asked my Chinese colleagues for help because I didn’t know where to begin but, by the time my maternity leave started, I still hadn’t found anyone.

My daughter, Nina, arrived on her due date and, with the knowledge I had gained from La Leche League meetings, we soon got into the swing of breastfeeding. Those early weeks were tough but special; my husband took a month off work and together we learnt how to be a family. There was just one thing that was always worrying me: how would we cope when I returned to work? The dreaded date loomed closer and closer.

My first trip to China with Nina was when she was eight weeks old. There was still nobody to take care of her while I worked and I didn’t really know what I would do; I just turned up at the office and hoped for the best. That first week I didn’t get much work done, although my colleagues were more than happy to take Nina off my hands for a while. I realised how difficult it can be just to accomplish simple tasks with a small baby, and I felt torn between my work responsibilities and the needs of my daughter. The evenings alone in my apartment were really difficult too.

Then one of my co-workers hit on an idea. Our driver’s wife, A Xia, had recently given birth to a baby girl called Xuan Xuan - maybe she could look after Nina too. We asked her, and she agreed she would try. I converted one of the rooms at work into a nursery so Nina was always close at hand even if I couldn’t be with her every moment of the day. A Xia was also breastfeeding so she understood Nina’s feeding cues and would call me whenever Nina needed me. The only difficulties arose when I had client meetings and had to take a break to be with Nina. I was always honest and just told them from the start that I would need to leave the meeting for a short while to attend to my daughter. Thankfully, they were all very understanding. My colleagues were also great at covering for me while I was away. Luckily, Nina was always a fast feeder, so I could be back at my desk within 20 minutes.

Nina and Xuan Xuan fell into the same routine, and often, as I placed her sleepily into her cot, I would look up to see Xuan Xuan nursing to sleep on the sofa. As they got older they became great friends and played together in the garden or went to the park. Even when Nina stopped nursing during the day, I would still take her to the office with me so she could play and I could spend my lunch hour with her. Xuan Xuan’s dad and grandma also often helped out with looking after them both. It was lovely to see her fitting in so well with a family from a different culture.

Nina has recently started kindergarten so she doesn’t travel with me now but she often talks about China and asks about Xuan Xuan. I hope she always remembers her Chinese big sister.

I have breastfed Nina now for two and a half years, an achievement I don’t think I could have made without keeping her close to me every day. I have also since noticed a few of my Chinese colleagues bringing their babies into the office at lunchtime to nurse them. I would like to think that my experience has helped to change the culture of the company so that mothers can more easily combine work and childcare.

Close to the Heart Vol. 15, No. 2 (Mid-Year 2014)

]]><![CDATA[Much More Than Milk]]>Sat, 05 Aug 2023 10:16:01 GMThttps://www.lllasia.org/close-to-the-heart-articles/much-more-than-milk

by Kartika Surja
LLL Hong Kong Island Group

I grew up in an ethnically Chinese family in Jakarta, Indonesia, and moved to Singapore for my university degree. I worked there for six years before I followed my husband to Hong Kong due to his job relocation. Barely three months in Hong Kong, I found myself pregnant. This joyful news quickly turned into a stressful period.

Without friends or family, we had to navigate a complicated healthcare system. Language barriers certainly did not help our situation. Our first language is Bahasa Indonesian and the first language of most Hong Kong people is Cantonese, so we communicated with healthcare providers in English, a second language for all of us. This meant we didn’t always receive full explanations of what would happen next.

Moreover, my husband and I knew nothing about babies – neither of us had ever handled a child before, let alone an infant – and we knew even less about breastfeeding. We both grew up in formula-feeding families and had never seen anyone breastfeeding before. It’s perhaps surprising that I decided to breastfeed, but I was encouraged by a friend who was breastfeeding, plus a Bahasa Indonesian nursery rhyme stuck in my head: “I am a healthy kid because I am breastfed.”

Fortunately, my husband was fully supportive of my choice, although he also wanted to follow the advice of doctors who did not always encourage breastfeeding. My baby and I used a lot of trial and error to figure out how to make it work. It has been a tough journey and I feel very lucky that we made it.

Things seemed to start well. When Kate was born, she latched like magic. It was the most beautiful experience. I sobbed and told her I was sorry that she was not born as planned (I had undergone a prolonged induction, attached to IV drips for fluids and Syntocinon, and in the final stages forceps were used, which was all quite traumatic). But Kate was not bothered at all by my apologies. She suckled peacefully while her eyes looking deeply into mine. The nurse woke me up three hours later to feed her. Again, both of us were lost in each other’s dreamy eyes.

We continued to have our blissful moments until the second day, when she was weighed and her diaper logs were studied. Then all hell broke loose. She hadn’t passed urine for 12 hours and she had lost 3% of her birth weight. The hospital nurses and were concerned about dehydration paediatrician and told me that I was not producing enough milk. They recommended that Kate be given supplemental formula milk, to which I consented for the duration of our stay in hospital. Once we reached home, my milk “came in” on day 4 and I began to exclusively breastfeed her. She started to pick up her weight gain on day 5.

Unfortunately, that very night, she accidentally pulled her umbilical cord, causing puss to ooze from it. We took her back to hospital, where the doctor was concerned that she might catch an infection, so she was admitted to the NICU for one night and I was not permitted to stay. I only had one chance to breastfeed her while she was in the NICU. I wanted to express milk for her but they did not have any pumping facilities, and I had not brought a pump along because I had not expected her to be admitted, so she was fed formula during that night.

Looking back, I hardly knew anything about breastfeeding. All my knowledge came from a one-hour crash course in the hospital, which in retrospect did not present the most up-to-date, evidence-based information. For instance, we were told that breastfeeding while side-lying was dangerous, that feeds should be strictly scheduled, that babies should feed for 30 minutes on each breast at every feed. Nurses in the hospital repeated such advice after Kate was born, and I had no other information so I tried to follow their advice. I even used a stopwatch to time her feeding sessions – I now cringe at the memory of that. If only I had joined La Leche League earlier and read The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding before my baby was born!

So we had a shaky start with a few hurdles to overcome – lack of up-to-date information, introduction of formula at the hospital – but by the end of the fourth week, breastfeeding was going well and I had a good milk supply. I believe what helped me the most was my availability to Kate 24/7 without being disturbed by anyone. We had no visitors; we asked our families to hold off their visits until after the traditional 40-day “confinement period”. This created such a big brouhaha; our request was considered disrespectful to the grandmothers, who in our culture usually get involved (and often take over) at an early stage. After the 40th day, my parents came to visit from Indonesia for a week, but my in-laws remained upset with us.

We did have a domestic helper at home, which helped us to manage without family around. However, I began to feel jealous that our helper was able to soothe Kate better than me. Kate loved to be held and rocked, but I had a very painful episiotomy wound and pelvic pain which hurt me so much, even just from standing up, let alone when holding a 3.5 kg baby. Also, my breasts seemed prone to blocked ducts whenever there was a slight pressure on them, such as carrying her. Since I had been advised not to breastfeed Kate to sleep, I began to feel useless. I felt like a wet nurse to my baby because I was only able to breastfeed or pump milk and was unable to comfort her.

One day, when she was three months old and my husband was away, I suddenly found a determination to make Kate mine again. I courted her. I decided to trust my instincts and abandoned restraints: I breastfed her to sleep, during playtime, whenever she cried, without any time limits. Basically, I just ditched all the “rules” I had known up to then. Almost overnight we were both much happier.

I only had one friend who was breastfeeding, so I felt the need for more support. I decided to join a breastfeeding support group on Facebook. While I was encouraged to learn there were so many mothers out there in the same boat, I was quickly disappointed with their inclination towards pumping. I share their fascination with the natural wonders of breast milk: I know it is fantastic nutrition with amazing anti-infective properties, which can’t be adequately replicated by formula milk. But breastfeeding to me is more than just good nutrition. It is a great tool for me and my baby to easily feel close to each other. Bottle-feeding expressed milk could not replace the feeling that I have when she looks at me during our quiet nursing time.

Dissatisfaction with the “breastmilk-feeding group” caused me to learn more about La Leche League. I read their information more carefully and understood that LLL acknowledges the difference between breastmilk-feeding and breastfeeding. I was encouraged to discover that I’m not the only one who makes that distinction. At my first meeting, it felt wonderful to be surrounded by women who treated breastfeeding as normal.

Now my baby is nine months old and my greatest wish is to have the freedom to breastfeed my girl openly, wherever and whenever she wants. Both of us totally hate being under cover! I wish one day breastfeeding in public will be accepted as normal.

I also have a dream that Kate continues breastfeeding until she is old enough that she can remember doing it. I think breastfeeding is one of the most powerful ways to express how much I love her. I don't think any words will be able to fully express how special it has been for both of us, so I want her to be able to remember and understand.

Close to the Heart Vol. 16, No. 2 (Mid-Year 2015)

]]><![CDATA[Wean Me Gently]]>Thu, 05 Jan 2023 11:00:47 GMThttps://www.lllasia.org/close-to-the-heart-articles/wean-me-gently

by Kim Adams
LLL Leader in Oman

I realised with a start this morning: I can't remember the last time my daughter nursed! This makes me a little sad, yet I am ready for this new stage (mostly).

She has skipped days before, and this time it has probably been only two days, but I simply can't recall. I do remember one afternoon recently she crawled into my lap and asked to nurse; I said yes, but then asked her whether that was what she really wanted. To my surprise she said no and jumped down. That might have been the last request, but I am not sure.

Less than a week ago, I was feeling a little irritated and frustrated that her nursing had increased (it can be quite unpleasant and painful now, in mid- to late-pregnancy). I was also concerned about how she would cope while I would be away on a business trip two months later, if she wanted to breastfeed frequently.

Less than six weeks ago, an acquaintance stopped me to enquire how long we will breastfeed – wasn’t I worried about making her too dependent, wasn't I worried she would never stop, wasn't I making efforts to quit? (I hadn't even realised anyone outside our household knew she wasn't completely done!) I reassured her that I was worried about none of those things and that we would continue as long as we both wished.

And now perhaps she is done.

If she is finished, I will be very glad that it happened on her own terms. I had been less willing recently, due to nipple pain during pregnancy, but only a few times had I completely refused. It is very rewarding to watch her grow into a new stage as she is ready.

When she turned four years old, we started putting her to sleep in her own bed, and she quickly got comfortable falling asleep with my husband instead of me. When she came to our bed in the middle of the night, she often did not nurse. That was only one month ago. During the following month, she was sick and increased nursing and I wondered how long it would go on.

Suddenly, it may be over.

As I reflect on this week, I remember that she was more clingy than usual. I had attributed that to a traumatic event that has affected our entire community, but perhaps it was her need for extra snuggles as she gave up nursing. So this morning I spent a few extra minutes stroking her skin as we shared those lovely first moments of waking up together. Then I revisited one of my favourite poems (see side-bar), which made me cry as usual.

I won't be surprised if she asks to nurse again. It may be today, or next week, or after the baby arrives. I'm not sure what I will say; it will depend on my mood and what else is going on. Just like the rest of our parenting journey, we will take it one moment at a time.

Close to the Heart Vol. 17, No. 2 (Mid-Year 2016)

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