the why bird
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Apologies in advance for the length.
I'm 14 weeks pregnant and I'm already dreading breastfeeding. We had a really hard time of it, and to be honest I remember almost nothing of my daughter's first few months apart from exhaustion and despair.
My daughter wasn't allowed to feed for 5 hours after birth (for some medical test) and by the time she was, she wasn't interested. We never got that early latch or skin to skin. In the hospital we had to syringe feed her though she did eventually latch on.
She had thrush at 11 days and I got it in my nipples. Ouch. Turns out the lanolin I was using to soothe cracked nipples was making it worse by holding in heat and moisture.
Every feed was painful from start to finish. Turns out she had tongue tie. It meant she was basically chewing on me. She was a messy eater and always gassy because of it, and she found feeds really frustrating and would cry all the time. The earliest appointment we could get to fix it was 5 weeks. It fixed the pain for me, but it made things worse for her. It was as though she was so used to feeding with the tongue tie she couldn't or wouldn't adapt. She started refusing feeds and screaming every time she was brought near the breast. I couldn't calm her at all, had to be daddy.
I was expressing with a crappy hand pump which was slow and uncomfortable. In retrospect I should've bought a decent pump right away but at that point I was convinced I'd get her back on the boob.
By seven weeks she had stopped breastfeeding at all. I was advised by various people to just take the bottles away so that she was hungry - she went almost a full day without eating before I decided they could stuff themselves. I had constant skin to skin, carried her in a sling. Tried every position, tried feeding in the bath, on the move, when she was half asleep, when she was wide awake, after she had an ounce from the bottle to take the edge off, when she seemed hungry and when she didn't. She did not want the boob.
I saw three different lactation consultants and went to breastfeeding groups. Some people would come in with latching problems but they all seemed solved within a week and we made no progress. I tried different types of nipples shields and even a supplemental nursing system in case she was frustrated by the slow flow of the breast. I have huge boobs which made positioning all this stuff difficult and there's no way I could have done it in public. Nothing worked. One good thing that did happen was hiring a hospital pump.
My supply would plummet if I went more than three hours without pumping or pumped less than 10 times a day - I was drinking and eating all the things they suggest and taking domperidone for this too. My baby woke every two hours to feed at night and usually I had no extra milk saved up, so I would feed, pump, lie down and she would be crying again. My husband tried to help but he was working and it seemed so pointless for him to be up every two hours when I needed to get up and pump that often anyway. For weeks on end I never got more than 45 mins consecutive sleep. I was constantly crying or walking round like a zombie. Going further than the supermarket was out of the question because of our schedule. I may have had PPD, but I don't know for sure.
She had breastmilk exclusively until we introduced solids and by seven months I had to add formula too because I couldn't keep up. At nine months I got a horrible infection in my nipple and had to stop feeding for the treatment.
I feel like I owe it to baby number 2 to breastfeed but I dread going through this again to the point that it makes me weepy just thinking about it. I see mothers breastfeeding outside and I want to cry because I don't think I'll ever do that. I feel guilt already and I haven't even started yet. I read threads with people saying it's so much easier after X weeks and feel so jealous. And if I need to express again, I don't know how I can devote that much time while caring for a toddler as well.
Sorry about the novel length rant. I don't know what I'm hoping for, really, I just needed to get it out.
I'm 14 weeks pregnant and I'm already dreading breastfeeding. We had a really hard time of it, and to be honest I remember almost nothing of my daughter's first few months apart from exhaustion and despair.
My daughter wasn't allowed to feed for 5 hours after birth (for some medical test) and by the time she was, she wasn't interested. We never got that early latch or skin to skin. In the hospital we had to syringe feed her though she did eventually latch on.
She had thrush at 11 days and I got it in my nipples. Ouch. Turns out the lanolin I was using to soothe cracked nipples was making it worse by holding in heat and moisture.
Every feed was painful from start to finish. Turns out she had tongue tie. It meant she was basically chewing on me. She was a messy eater and always gassy because of it, and she found feeds really frustrating and would cry all the time. The earliest appointment we could get to fix it was 5 weeks. It fixed the pain for me, but it made things worse for her. It was as though she was so used to feeding with the tongue tie she couldn't or wouldn't adapt. She started refusing feeds and screaming every time she was brought near the breast. I couldn't calm her at all, had to be daddy.
I was expressing with a crappy hand pump which was slow and uncomfortable. In retrospect I should've bought a decent pump right away but at that point I was convinced I'd get her back on the boob.
By seven weeks she had stopped breastfeeding at all. I was advised by various people to just take the bottles away so that she was hungry - she went almost a full day without eating before I decided they could stuff themselves. I had constant skin to skin, carried her in a sling. Tried every position, tried feeding in the bath, on the move, when she was half asleep, when she was wide awake, after she had an ounce from the bottle to take the edge off, when she seemed hungry and when she didn't. She did not want the boob.
I saw three different lactation consultants and went to breastfeeding groups. Some people would come in with latching problems but they all seemed solved within a week and we made no progress. I tried different types of nipples shields and even a supplemental nursing system in case she was frustrated by the slow flow of the breast. I have huge boobs which made positioning all this stuff difficult and there's no way I could have done it in public. Nothing worked. One good thing that did happen was hiring a hospital pump.
My supply would plummet if I went more than three hours without pumping or pumped less than 10 times a day - I was drinking and eating all the things they suggest and taking domperidone for this too. My baby woke every two hours to feed at night and usually I had no extra milk saved up, so I would feed, pump, lie down and she would be crying again. My husband tried to help but he was working and it seemed so pointless for him to be up every two hours when I needed to get up and pump that often anyway. For weeks on end I never got more than 45 mins consecutive sleep. I was constantly crying or walking round like a zombie. Going further than the supermarket was out of the question because of our schedule. I may have had PPD, but I don't know for sure.
She had breastmilk exclusively until we introduced solids and by seven months I had to add formula too because I couldn't keep up. At nine months I got a horrible infection in my nipple and had to stop feeding for the treatment.
I feel like I owe it to baby number 2 to breastfeed but I dread going through this again to the point that it makes me weepy just thinking about it. I see mothers breastfeeding outside and I want to cry because I don't think I'll ever do that. I feel guilt already and I haven't even started yet. I read threads with people saying it's so much easier after X weeks and feel so jealous. And if I need to express again, I don't know how I can devote that much time while caring for a toddler as well.
Sorry about the novel length rant. I don't know what I'm hoping for, really, I just needed to get it out.