When we first discovered I was pregnant, I knew I wanted to breastfeed. To be honest, I’m not sure why I knew that, but using formula never occurred to me. When my daughter was born, we jumped on the breastfeeding train. But we hit some bumps along the way. A huge bump – like a struggle with low supply. I remember sitting there for those first few days when we were home bawling my eyes out! My sweet little girl was losing weight – over a pound. They told me, breastfeed her, pump, feed that to her, offer her formula. This consumed my day, not to mention exhausted me! But I would do anything to get her to gain weight.
John kept telling me, it’s not a big deal. Who cares? Just give her formula. He didn’t get it! As if my hormones weren’t already off the chart, I couldn’t stop crying. I mean, how could I be a good mom if I couldn’t even make enough milk to feed my baby? This poor girl had no chance because I was failing already! That is when it really hit me – I didn’t just want to breastfeed my baby, I had to breastfeed my baby! If it didn’t work, I felt I was failing. So we nursed, and pumped and offered her formula. (more…)
Let me start by saying, I am an introvert. I like to have quiet time, down time, time to myself. I’m not one for big groups, especially when they are filled with a bunch of people I don’t know. So when friends suggested I attend a breastfeeding support group, I had reservations. As I have previously mentioned, Adelyn went through a phase of being a fussy feeder from about six weeks to six months of age. Thankfully we are now on the other side and feedings are much better. But, during that time, I had plenty of moments where I felt confused, frustrated and even angry. I cried during failed attempts to feed her and had moments where I just needed to walk away. I could not figure out what was going on with her. I tried a host of different things, but nothing seemed to work. So, I turned to the Internet. I researched fussy feeding, hoping to find a solution, but I came up empty. I began to talk to friends about it and many of them suggested attending a breastfeeding support group. I was hesitant, for a lot of reasons: I’m an introvert, I have two older kids to tote around, I have nursed those two other kids, so shouldn’t I be able to figure this out myself? (more…)
Six months ago, I gave birth to baby number three. With my first two, I had smooth pregnancies, pretty good birth experiences and they were excellent breast feeders. One of my biggest fears during my third pregnancy was that my luck had run out and that this third child would throw me for a loop. I made it through pregnancy just fine and had a quick water birth. Then the breastfeeding began and my fears were soon to be realized.
Adelyn started out being a great nurser in the hospital. She latched and nursed within an hour after birth. She fed fine and often, and my milk came in without a problem. She was a fast and efficient eater from the get-go. Then at about six weeks of age, it all changed. I remember the day it happened. My mom was over and I sat down on the couch to feed Adelyn. I put on a nursing cover and we started our session, only she wasn’t wanting to latch well. She’d latch, release and cry. This went on for a few minutes and then I decided to head to a private room free of noisy siblings, so I could take off the cover and focus better. She eventually fed and at the time I thought it was just a one-time fussy feeding. But instead it soon became the norm. (more…)