I had to have a C-section under general anesthesia. I woke up feeling so empty and my first words were "what'd she weigh?" and then "Oh my GOD!!" as this cruel nurse pushed down on my belly. Yeah, yeah, I know they "have" to do it but I wanted to bite her!!
I wasn't able to hold my daughter until about 3 hours had passed (had to get my pain under control
C-sections suck ). I gave strict instructions that NO formula would be fed. I told my husband, my MIL, my midwife, my ob/gyn, and several nurses.
NO FORMULA!!!
I figured by the time I finally got to see and hold my lil bundle (I felt like the last person on Earth
), she'd be starving but she wasn't the least bit interested! Couldn't get her to latch or even wake up long enough to attempt it. Later on that night was a completely different story!
I was there at the hospital by myself, hubby had gone home with our son and DD seemed to be bound and determined to nurse me to death
Good news: I knew the more she nursed, the quicker my milk would come in. Bad news: LORD did she have an awful latch!
I knew what to do but she didn't. She had to learn and I knew it was going to take time. I knew she was getting intake from all the outtake I was having to change (aka dirty diapers
)
My son (8lbs 4 1/4oz) took to breastfeeding like a pro but he was a larger baby. My daughter was a smaller baby (she was just over 6lbs when we left the hospital, weighed 6lbs 15oz at birth). It just took time for her to learn how to do it. I used the Lansinoh ointment and alternated that with rubbing a bit of breastmilk on my nipples and letting them airdry. I never had any soreness with son but my nipples were a cracked, blistered, sore mess from my daughter
She'd nurse for 10 minutes, sleep for 5, nurse for 15, sleep for 30, nurse for 10, and that's how the whole first night went
I think she was trying to kill me
By the end of the second day, my milk had already came in though.
It didn't come in that quickly with my son!
It took about 2-3 weeks before she was better at nursing. She'd get so frustrated at times, she'd start fighting my boob and screaming at it. I'd put her on my shoulder to pat/burp her which also accomplished calming us both down and then I'd offer the other side. Sometimes I'd have to "break it up" between the 2 (boob and baby) over and over again before she'd settle down to nurse and finally get her fill and pass out.
Hang in there. It will get easier and you look back, feeling so proud of what you did. Just take it a day at a time, don't set any goals. Just go for what you can do and what you set your mind to.
I personally HATE washing bottles so I knew without a doubt I'd be breastfeeding. When I had to switch son over to formula, I HATED it. Waking up in the middle of the night and whipping a boob out is SOOO much easier than all that bottle and formula crap.
Good luck hun