My feeding saga
My son was born just over 5lbs. His blood sugar and temperature dangerously low. I was given a choice: give him a bottle or send him to NICU. Knowing how many of my friends never successfully transitioned from bottle to breast, I reluctantly and with tears agreed to the bottle. We fed every two hours on the dot.
The next morning, my son stopped taking the bottle. His blood sugar began declining. So we syringe fed him.
By that afternoon, he stopped taking the syringe. So we SNS fed him. That means we attached a tube to the syringe and taped it to our finger and slowly pushed fluid out as he latched on the finger. I waited all day for a lactation consultant that never came. I got a pump since my son refused to latch due to nipple confusion and frustration. So while SO/family did SNS I pumped.
Thankfully, when we got home he took to bottles I had bought. But the flow was too fast, so my mom had to go get ones for preemie babies. I continued to feed him high calorie neosure and watched as his weight soared.
Then, my milk came in. I began supplementing: 50/50 formula and pumped breast milk.
Finally, I had enough milk to get him to latch with the controversial nipple shield and weaned him off formula. But something wasn't right. He would feed for an hour and still be hungry. He cried 8 hours a day. His weight gain slowed tremendously. So I was told to let him feed 15m per breast then give him 30ml of pumped milk.
A few days later, his weight gain had not improved though his crying did. I was told he needed more calories than my milk provided so I had to fortify my milk with neosure.
Then, he stopped latching with the shield. So now I exclusively pump. Every 3 hours to make sure he gets 2oz at each feed. And I fortify each feeding with neosure. His next weight check is tomorrow, and I'm hoping for close to 6 lbs (doc wants anywhere between 5lbs 13oz and 6lbs).
Despite this, I consider myself lucky. I am lucky I have enough supply to pump enough milk for him, even if it means I can't skip a single session. I am lucky to have a supportive partner who understands that I feel and look like a dairy cow and tries to comfort me or hold A so I can pump. I'm lucky my family doesn't grill me or ask a thousand questions about why I stopped using the shield of when I use formula only.
Why I brought this up
I pumped an extra half ounce and was putting some on A's chapped lips. And I got the brilliant idea to drink a little lolol
Who else has had their bm? Or is that just me?