Pielette
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Wow, this thread is wonderful.
I've got to a place where I'm happier with my decision, but it did take a while to get here. I too suffered with the low supply issues and battled with it for around two weeks. During those two weeks, Noah screamed. And screamed and screamed. He would latch, desperately try to get some out of me, come off and scream, then try again. It was a marathon of him crying, latching, almost pounding away at my breasts and then giving up exhausted. The whole cycle went on and on, he barely got any sleep because he had barely anything in him, but the poor little guy was shattered.
The first time I gave in and agreed to give him formula, he guzzled it down and fell asleep so soundly, I hadn't yet seen him like that.
I combi fed for another week, trying to express and it took forever to get anything out of me.
The stress of a horrid situation going on in my personal life is what I believe ruined any hope of successfully breastfeeding. I was emotional, stressed and I couldn't cope with the pressure of trying to get him to breastfeed when all it seemed to do was make him angry.
I cried over it then, but I don't anymore.
The reason I don't is because I look at him and he is happy and healthy, and thriving. And when he looks at me, the look is utter adoration. He will crane his neck to follow me walking around a room, and when I get him up in the morning he beams at me. The look in his eyes is different to the way he looks at anyone else, including his dad (not that I'd ever say that to my husband, but you know what I mean!). That's how I came to terms with it, because he feels my complete and utter devotion to him, and that has nothing to do with bottle vs breast. Yes, I wish it had worked out. But not because I feel we're losing anything in our bond. Our bond is rock solid - a mother is a mother because of the love she feels for her child, not because she breastfeeds, bottle feeds, pushes a pram, co-sleeps or any other of the million and one things we choose between as parents.
For most people formula feeding isn't a choice. It's because a) low milk supply, b) depression, c) refusal to latch, d) tongue-tie... my God I could write a ridiculously long list. I have been very lucky in that both my midwife and my health visitor fully supported the horrible decision I had to make, and my husband and family were so relieved when I stopped putting both myself and my son through the torment that breastfeeding was for us. The judgement from society is quite frankly disgusting. But I have to say I find that if we wanted to, we could find judgement from anyone on anything as parents. Just as there are those who say 'breast is best, how dare you', there are others who think you're barmy and should just give them a bottle. There are people who no doubt would think I'm awful for putting him in his own room (despite the fact that he sleeps much better), and those who think co-sleeping is hideous. I have learned that no-one knows my son like I do, NO-ONE, and therefore no-one knows what he needs more than I do.
It's a real shame that none of us managed to crack it in the long run. But our children are happy, healthy and growing, and they know without a doubt how much we love them.
I've got to a place where I'm happier with my decision, but it did take a while to get here. I too suffered with the low supply issues and battled with it for around two weeks. During those two weeks, Noah screamed. And screamed and screamed. He would latch, desperately try to get some out of me, come off and scream, then try again. It was a marathon of him crying, latching, almost pounding away at my breasts and then giving up exhausted. The whole cycle went on and on, he barely got any sleep because he had barely anything in him, but the poor little guy was shattered.
The first time I gave in and agreed to give him formula, he guzzled it down and fell asleep so soundly, I hadn't yet seen him like that.
I combi fed for another week, trying to express and it took forever to get anything out of me.
The stress of a horrid situation going on in my personal life is what I believe ruined any hope of successfully breastfeeding. I was emotional, stressed and I couldn't cope with the pressure of trying to get him to breastfeed when all it seemed to do was make him angry.
I cried over it then, but I don't anymore.
The reason I don't is because I look at him and he is happy and healthy, and thriving. And when he looks at me, the look is utter adoration. He will crane his neck to follow me walking around a room, and when I get him up in the morning he beams at me. The look in his eyes is different to the way he looks at anyone else, including his dad (not that I'd ever say that to my husband, but you know what I mean!). That's how I came to terms with it, because he feels my complete and utter devotion to him, and that has nothing to do with bottle vs breast. Yes, I wish it had worked out. But not because I feel we're losing anything in our bond. Our bond is rock solid - a mother is a mother because of the love she feels for her child, not because she breastfeeds, bottle feeds, pushes a pram, co-sleeps or any other of the million and one things we choose between as parents.
For most people formula feeding isn't a choice. It's because a) low milk supply, b) depression, c) refusal to latch, d) tongue-tie... my God I could write a ridiculously long list. I have been very lucky in that both my midwife and my health visitor fully supported the horrible decision I had to make, and my husband and family were so relieved when I stopped putting both myself and my son through the torment that breastfeeding was for us. The judgement from society is quite frankly disgusting. But I have to say I find that if we wanted to, we could find judgement from anyone on anything as parents. Just as there are those who say 'breast is best, how dare you', there are others who think you're barmy and should just give them a bottle. There are people who no doubt would think I'm awful for putting him in his own room (despite the fact that he sleeps much better), and those who think co-sleeping is hideous. I have learned that no-one knows my son like I do, NO-ONE, and therefore no-one knows what he needs more than I do.
It's a real shame that none of us managed to crack it in the long run. But our children are happy, healthy and growing, and they know without a doubt how much we love them.