MrsH86
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Thank you for making this thread! I'm sort of in limbo but struck my guilt everyday and can't bear to go onto the bf forum because it breaks my heart.
I was convinced I'd breastfeed, we didn't buy any bottles, or stock up on any formula 'just incase', we even got given a steriliser because I thought I wouldn't really need one however that wasn't to be.
I had an emcs after a failed induction and Freya's heartbeat began dropping until it stopped. I had a general anaesthetic as I'd had no epi put in and she needed to come out there and then so it was all very rushed and even now I'm still twinged with sadness that no one got to see my baby be born, I had such visions of my husband and I looking at eachother in awe as our baby was placed on me. Anyway as soon as I came out of recovery Freya was placed on me and bless her she tried to latch but I was no help as I could barely move and the midwife was placing her on me but she was struggling from the get go. I tried for the few days I was in hospital but she'd only latch on one side and was constantly wanting to feed, as babies do. The day we got discharged a nurse came to check she could feed and after a quick two minute check, without offering help as to how I could latch her the other side I was told I could go. I wanted to get out as soon as poss and be with my husband and have her home that I just thought I'd be able to get her to do it. I had midwives come for the next 7 days everyday due to PE risk and they all helped and advised I pump milk from my right breast which she wouldn't feed from just to keep my supply there for when she did. During those first 5 weeks I've never cried so much in my entire life. Freya fed constantly, the most sleep I'd get was 90 minutes and that was only because my husband would get some of my expressed milk and attempt cup feeding (he has guilt over this because half the time it'd spill all down her and she'd be all worked up and upset). Anyway I struggled on, praying for the magical 6 weeks when I felt I would be ok to risk giving her a bottle and avoiding nipple confusing. My nipples bled, I'd curl my toes with every latch in agony, every time she fed I'd be in tears it was a really dark time. The first time my husband gave her a bottle even though it was my expressed milk, I couldn't be in the room, infact for about two weeks I couldn't watch as he fed her. I felt obsolete, unneeded, it was awful. That first time she took 4oz in one go and slept for 5 hours. It was amazing! It began with every evening her last feed would be a bottle of my expressed milk but then she got diagnosed with reflux and giving gaviscon with a syringe after breastfeeding made things so much more difficult so then I started giving her three feeds a day in a bottle with the gaviscon. During this time she'd still feed from me but feed for 30 minutes then unlatch and want to feed again within half an hour and it was even worse during growth spurts, naturally. It got to the stage where she'd feed from me then take a 4oz bottle of expressed milk afterwards. Finally it was established I had a really slow flow and she was falling asleep very quickly on the breast and not getting a proper feed from me. Her latching and drawing some milk out combined with me expressing kept my supply strong until the beginning of December when she flat out refused my breasts. I tried every single day at every opportunity to get her to latch and try even now but she screams at my breast even if very hungry. My HV said it's a nursing strike but it's been 6 weeks now! I'm still expressing my milk, 4-5 times a day but cannot produce enough for her so she is combi fed. I can't stop expressing, even though it now takes 20 minutes to express 2 oz and I'm bordering on obsessive with regards to making up her feeds or warming my expressed milk. I have to do it to ease my mind that I'm some how providing for her even if I'm not the one giving the feed. I'm filled with guilt from both sides, one because she refuses my breast and even though it was painful and she was never satisfied I do feel guilty for giving a bottle and possibly causing her to not feed from me and secondly because I feel I could have avoided this if I'd FF from the beginning. Crazy logic I know!
Anyway I just wanted to put my story out there because I'm in huge support of someone making a thread where people feel guilt and are in limbo! x
I was convinced I'd breastfeed, we didn't buy any bottles, or stock up on any formula 'just incase', we even got given a steriliser because I thought I wouldn't really need one however that wasn't to be.
I had an emcs after a failed induction and Freya's heartbeat began dropping until it stopped. I had a general anaesthetic as I'd had no epi put in and she needed to come out there and then so it was all very rushed and even now I'm still twinged with sadness that no one got to see my baby be born, I had such visions of my husband and I looking at eachother in awe as our baby was placed on me. Anyway as soon as I came out of recovery Freya was placed on me and bless her she tried to latch but I was no help as I could barely move and the midwife was placing her on me but she was struggling from the get go. I tried for the few days I was in hospital but she'd only latch on one side and was constantly wanting to feed, as babies do. The day we got discharged a nurse came to check she could feed and after a quick two minute check, without offering help as to how I could latch her the other side I was told I could go. I wanted to get out as soon as poss and be with my husband and have her home that I just thought I'd be able to get her to do it. I had midwives come for the next 7 days everyday due to PE risk and they all helped and advised I pump milk from my right breast which she wouldn't feed from just to keep my supply there for when she did. During those first 5 weeks I've never cried so much in my entire life. Freya fed constantly, the most sleep I'd get was 90 minutes and that was only because my husband would get some of my expressed milk and attempt cup feeding (he has guilt over this because half the time it'd spill all down her and she'd be all worked up and upset). Anyway I struggled on, praying for the magical 6 weeks when I felt I would be ok to risk giving her a bottle and avoiding nipple confusing. My nipples bled, I'd curl my toes with every latch in agony, every time she fed I'd be in tears it was a really dark time. The first time my husband gave her a bottle even though it was my expressed milk, I couldn't be in the room, infact for about two weeks I couldn't watch as he fed her. I felt obsolete, unneeded, it was awful. That first time she took 4oz in one go and slept for 5 hours. It was amazing! It began with every evening her last feed would be a bottle of my expressed milk but then she got diagnosed with reflux and giving gaviscon with a syringe after breastfeeding made things so much more difficult so then I started giving her three feeds a day in a bottle with the gaviscon. During this time she'd still feed from me but feed for 30 minutes then unlatch and want to feed again within half an hour and it was even worse during growth spurts, naturally. It got to the stage where she'd feed from me then take a 4oz bottle of expressed milk afterwards. Finally it was established I had a really slow flow and she was falling asleep very quickly on the breast and not getting a proper feed from me. Her latching and drawing some milk out combined with me expressing kept my supply strong until the beginning of December when she flat out refused my breasts. I tried every single day at every opportunity to get her to latch and try even now but she screams at my breast even if very hungry. My HV said it's a nursing strike but it's been 6 weeks now! I'm still expressing my milk, 4-5 times a day but cannot produce enough for her so she is combi fed. I can't stop expressing, even though it now takes 20 minutes to express 2 oz and I'm bordering on obsessive with regards to making up her feeds or warming my expressed milk. I have to do it to ease my mind that I'm some how providing for her even if I'm not the one giving the feed. I'm filled with guilt from both sides, one because she refuses my breast and even though it was painful and she was never satisfied I do feel guilty for giving a bottle and possibly causing her to not feed from me and secondly because I feel I could have avoided this if I'd FF from the beginning. Crazy logic I know!
Anyway I just wanted to put my story out there because I'm in huge support of someone making a thread where people feel guilt and are in limbo! x