24 hour NICU admission
Formula by bottle in NICU
Blistered nipple at 4 days pp
My beautiful daughter was born via c-section November 10th, 2006. She was pretty flat at delivery, and had to be given an injection of Narcan to counteract narcotics and she was bagged for a few seconds to initiate breathing. *sigh* Due to this less-than-perfect entry into the world, she was brought to the NICU for observation while I went to recovery for 3 hours. She was a fairly big baby at 8lbs 13 oz., and therefore after a short amount of time without being able to breastfeed, her blood sugar level started to dip. The staff in the NICU gave DH the option of giving her formula or starting an IV (what about letting her breastfeed?! ), and he agreed to the formula. She had three bottles (if I remember correctly) before I was finally able to make the trek from my room to the NICU to breastfeed. She latched on to my breast right away and was an eager little nurser.
At about 3 days post partum I started having some pain from my right nipple that quickly turned to a bleeding blister by 4 days post partum. A quick visit from my LC to correct her latch (she needed to be up higher when latching), and 24 hours later my nipple was healed and we had no other troubles.
She's been a booby girl for over 7 months now and I wouldn't have it any other way. I get sad just thinking about the day that she weans... which I don't think will be any time soon.
DD - Nov/06, DS - Sept/08, DS - Mar/11
In Jan 05 I gave birth to 2 beautiful little girls, Kiera and Kayden. 20 minutes after their birth one of the nurses noticed that Kiera had a loud murmur. The oncall ped wanted to check her out so while Kayden was getting her first bath and her first shot at the boob, Kiera was given the once over in the nursery. About an hour or so later, the ped came in to tell us that Kiera had to be moved to another hospital as she was in need of a pediatric cardiologist to figure out exactly what was going on. I never did get a chance to try nursing her before she was moved. Kayden on the other hand was a pro BFer. The nurse actually commented that she hardly ever sees a baby nurse as well as she did.
By the time I got to see my baby, 2 days later, she was on a sugar water only diet until her surgery. After her first surgery she became extremely lazy in the eating department, DH got to feed her EBM for her first non tube feeding and she only took about 5cc in 20 minutes. Over the next couple of days we got her up to 15cc every 1.5 of EBM.
Let me tell you, trying to BF one baby and pump for the other is exhausting. There were so many times that I wanted to give up but I just couldn't quit knowing all the goodness that my BM was providing. Every feed I'd put Kiera to the breast before I'd let her drink from the bottle and after about 3 months I got her to eat exclusively from me!!! I can't tell you how happy I was to be able to BF BOTH my girls and how it improved our lives as it was then not centered around eating and I could actually do things with them.
I tandem fed until 10 months when the biting became unbearable.
cracked and bleeding nipples
My third daughter was born in May 07. The day she was born the hospital had delivered another 30 babies. There was no free beds and they were sending people home as fast as they could. The nurse who first watched Sydney BF told me that she had a great latch without really looking closely at it. By the time we got home the next day the damage had already been done.
My nipples hurt so badly, they bled constantly and I even had a cut the whole way around both nipples. I cried every feeding and actually dreaded when I'd hear her waking up knowing that I'd have to feed her again. I caved one night because the pain was unbearable and gave her 2 oz of formula......I cried the whole time she ate it.
After 3 days of excruciating pain, talking to many nurses and LC's, I rented a pump from a nearby drugstore. I pumped exclusively for 3 days to give my nipples a break and slowly brought back the BFing. After about 2 weeks of pumping, nipple shields and breast guards the pain had ceased enough that I started using my pump only to stockpile EBM in the freezer. Sydney is now 5 weeks old, chubbier then ever and I'm hoping that I can make it atleast as long as I did with her sisters.
My first, my daughter Victoria
I breastfeed my daughter for one whole year with absolutely no problems. She latched and ate like a pro.
My second, my son Vincent.
He was really big at birth so needed to eat right away so they gave him a bottle, he also had blood sugar problems so he had to drink formula after every feeding, then I got an infection from my c-section with a high fever so I wasn't allowed to breastfeed. Once everything settled down everything has been going really good. I got two breast infections which was horrible. He latches and eats like a pro. I have been breastfeeding for almost three months. My goal is one year again.
I think I always knew my breastfeeding experience would be a "success" story, but if I hadn't believed it, I'm not sure I would have made it! I broke my arm 2 weeks before I delivered, and my arm was locked at a 90 degree angle in a hard cast during labor and delivery. I couldn't push effectively, and eventually had to have a c-section. It was 3 hours before I saw my son. I couldn't pick up, change, or really do anything for him. I needed someone with us at all times to help position and latch him. On top of this, my nipples were flat, but the nurse suggested a nipple shield. It truly helped for the 3 weeks my arm was in the cast because my LO was able to latch himself. As soon as the cast came off, I began weaning him from the shield. It was like starting all over, the nipple pain was excruciating at first. It took us 2 weeks to fully wean from the shield, and we've never looked back. In those early weeks when it seemed like breastfeeding would never be "second nature" to us, it's amazing that it has become just that. I set a goal to breastfeed for a year, and I see nothing that will get in the way of that. I am blessed with a good supply and the ultimate support from DH and our families. Good luck to all the new BFers, you can do it!
4 weeks premature
9 day NICU stay
bottle fed for those 9 days(w/my bm)
i didnt bf my 2 other children, but this time i really felt the urge to. my LO was in nicu for the 1st 9 days of her life due to breathing problems, prematurity, and jaundice. she wasnt fed whatsoever for the 1st 5 days, then she started getting my bm thru a bottle. we finaly got our 1st try at breastfeeding on day 9 of her life. it wasnt very successful as i was overly engorged. i had been pumping since she was in the Nicu and my LC said i was producing enough milk for triplets!(i was getting 6-8 oz every 3 hrs at 6 days pp) we finaly got over that hurdle and after working on our latch and positioning we did great for 6 weeks. now at 6 1/2 weeks of bfing, she has thrush and it is on my breasts as well. this is the most painful thing i have ever experienced. were starting treatment for it today.
all in all i LOVE bfing and plan on doing so for ATLEAST 6 mo-a year. Gl to all that are just starting out. it can get very painful and difficult at times, but dont give up, it takes time. in the long run it is a amazing experience for you AND baby!
Supply dips with my monthly periods
My baby Hannah arrived via c-section but I was able to nurse her within an hour. She latched well and ate eagerly. On day three she wouldn't eat and her glucose levels plummeted. She choked on mucous and stopped breathing thus the NICU stay. In the NICU she was given a bottle of formula to get her levels up, then she was put on a glucose IV. I BF her every two hours after that until we were released. Around six weeks I had severe nipple pain - Hannah and I had thrush. She was also pinching my nipples so bad that there wasn't any blood getting to them, they were white and so painful I felt like giving up.
Now at six months every time I get my period my supply dips so bad I don't have enough to feed her. I have to supplement. Once the witch is gone, the supply is good so three weeks out of four she is mostly BF. We're still going strong, well, as strong as we can. I'm happy to be able to give her all that I produce and she's happy to drink it ! BF hasn't been easy for us but I'm committed to it - the bond we've created is so special to me.
I decided to read this thread to see if anyone else had the bf-ing issue that I had, but it doesn't look like it. For me, breastfeeding hurt. Really, really hurt. I cried when my son nursed. I dreaded it. I thought that his latch MUST be wrong. I consulted 2 lactation consultants, and neither could find anything wrong. I used lamisil (sp?), soothies, and shields. But until I dosed up on Ibuprofen, and stayed dosed, the pain did not diminish. This went on for 9 weeks before I was able to stop with the Ibuprofen. I was taking a ridiculous amount every day (but not more than the Dr. OK'd.). It was the ONLY thing that allowed me to successfully BF for 11 months. (Ds then weaned himself all on his own the day he turned 11 months. I wasn't ready, but he clearly was. I continued to pump and give him bmilk through a bottle until he turned one.)
Thankfully I had a supportive family, and I was absolutely determined. But it was really hard. If anyone else is having this issue, please don't hesitate to ask your Dr. about Ibuprofen. After the first 9 weeks, breastfeeding was a breeze for me, and I am SO glad that I stuck it out.
delayed BFing initiation
small mouth, NQP latch
severely cracked/bleeding nipples
I gave birth on January 9th to my beautiful baby boy, Jesse, at 42 weeks 1 day. I was so excited to finally be able to BF him. It's something I had been looking forward to for SOOO long. However, our first nursing session had to be delayed. Almost immediately after his birth, I was brought to the OR to repair the extensive lacerations I received during the birth. He was born at 8:11 PM, but I wasn't able to nurse him until around 11 PM, when I got back to my birthing room. Jesse was wide awake, and ready to feed, which was great! I wasn't able to sit up and latch him on myself, though, because I'd gotten a spinal in the OR. The nurse latched him on for me and held him to my breast so that he could suckle. It was an amazing feeling! The next few days were a bit difficult, because my nipple were quite flattish. Jesse would latch on, but since his mouth was kind of small, and his latch was not quite perfect, he was not alway dead centre on the nipple, so within a few days I ended up getting some pretty severe cracking. My doctor prescribed me a nipple cream with an antifungal, antibiotic, and corticosteriod in it to prevent infection. And my visiting public health nurse recommended we try a nipple shield. I'm so glad that she did, because until I tried it, every nursing session was incredibly painful. With the shield I could nurse my son relatively pain free, and it gave my nipples a chance to heal. It took a couple of weeks to wean from the shield completely, but we did, and we haven't looked back. At 3 months old, he's still exclusively BF'd, and is in the 95th percentile for height and 88th percentile for weight! I look at him every day and think "I did that!"
Posted: 14 May 2008 12:11pm
Long before I even wanted children, I knew I’d breastfeed my kids one day. To me it was the natural thing to do. In my opinion, to give your baby formula, was the utmost exception, like when your baby was allergic to your milk or if your milk dried up for some reason.
So when I found out I was pregnant there wasn’t any questions on how my baby would be fed. Breastmilk is best. My one sister-in-law was my breastfeeding idol. She had 2 kids, aged 3 and 1 at the time. She breastfed the eldest one throughout her second pregnancy and only weaned him a month before the second one was due. We spoke a lot about breastfeeding and I also read everything I could get my hands on. It looked so easy, so natural. You stroke baby’s cheek with your nipple and then baby turns his face towards you and opens his mouth and you quickly put the nipple in his mouth and he sucks away happily. It looked so easy! I knew the steps by heart.
Another thing I had my mind set on, was to give birth as naturally as possible. I had visions of how I'd give birth in a dark room with angel music playing in the background with my DH at my side where the baby would crawl up my chest after being born, latch on with the first try and all would be OK. It didn’t turned out like that. At my 40-week checkup the ultrasound showed that there were no amniotic fluid left, baby was big (about 4.1kg) and to top it all he was in transverse (shoulder) presentation and he was with his head tilted backwards. My OB told me that a natural birth was out and an emergency c/section was scheduled. I basically went straight to hospital from her practice and 2 hours later my baby was born! I got to give him a kiss before they took him away to the nursery, where he was held in an incubator for 2 hours.
These 2 hours following his birth went by in a blur. I slept for most of the part and when I was awake I cried for my baby. My husband finally came and asked if I was ready to hold baby as he was warm enough to take out of the incubator. As he returned to the nursery to fetch our son, I prepared for breastfeeding. I was finally going to get a chance to breastfeed my baby while he was still awake.
Once again my plans were shattered when my husband’s parents walked in right on his heels and stayed in my room for over an hour. By the time they left I called the nurse and asked her to help me. I tried everything I’ve read but suddenly it felt as if I knew nothing. I stroked his cheek with my nipple but he wouldn’t open his mouth. The nurse came and forcefully tried to squeeze my nipple as flat as possible and then popping it into baby’s mouth, but he didn’t took the nipple and drifted off to sleep.
I was in tears. I failed as a mother. I couldn’t do something as simple as breastfeed.
Two hours later my baby was awake again and a nurse came to ask me if he nursed as yet. I told her that I’ve tried with another nurse but couldn’t manage. She disappeared from my room and returned a while later with the lactation specialist. I had to lie back while one nurse held my baby and the LC squeezed my nipple and put it into my baby’s mouth. He gave a few sucks and let go. We tried this a number of times until it felt as if my nipples were going to fall off. I told the LC I’d try a bit later since it seemed as if my baby wasn’t too hungry. Another 2 hours passed without me succeeding in breastfeeding him and to top it all I had no privacy as visitors poured in and out of my room. I tried but I just couldn’t get it right and I got very anxious about it. When the LC came back and asked if my baby nursed I told her no and she then wanted to take him away to give him supplement. I gave her a very firm “over no circumstances”. We once again tried to latch baby, but to no avail. This made the LC even more adamant to give my baby a supplement and in a frantic, desperate attempt to prevent this I suggested that we tried to express and see if he would take it like that. To the LC’s surprise we expressed 5 teaspoons colostrum and baby took it without spilling. After this she was happy and left him with me.
Shortly after this it was visiting hour and friends and family filled the room for what felt like forever. I was kind of annoyed with everyone there and I was relieved when they finally left.
Right after the visitors left, the LC came around to give breastfeeding another go. This time she expressed a bit of colostrum before trying to latch Marcel and it worked! He latched and he nursed! I was so happy that I broke down in tears. I couldn’t believe that it was such a struggle to do something that’s been portrayed to be second nature.
The following two days I always called a nurse or the LC before I latched my baby because I wanted to do it right, but despite them assuring me that he was latched on perfectly, my nipples got really sore and painful. After 3 days a physiotherapist came to give me phototerapy on my nipples, which was supposed to prevent cracking and help “toughen” them up. It didn’t and the pain just got worse.
I battled with other positions to feed him in and preferred to sit up and feed him in the “normal” way.
On the morning that I was released from hospital, I woke up to huge breasts that were full and painfully engorged. Poor DS also had a hard time keeping up and he was gulping down milk whilst gasping for air. It sounded as if someone was pushing a wheelbarrow!
Before I went home, I got a good lecture from the LC on not to express milk and give milk to baby via a bottle or use a nipple shield because it would cause nipple confusion and my breastfeeding days would be over. I took her advice on not using a nipple shield, but I already made up my mind to express milk the moment I got home to relieve the engorgement and to give my sore nipples a break. And it’s exactly what I’ve done.
I got home with my husband and our baby and nursed him, burped him and put him to sleep. By that time my nipples were so tender and sore and I had to wriggle my toes when I latched him just to not think of the pain. After that I sterilized the pump and expressed milk. I was surprised by the amount of milk I got out and I know now that I pumped too much because a few hours later I was exploding once again. I was fine with baby latching on & nursing from the left side, but my right side nipple was sore and I had lot of pain with him nursing on that side.
That evening the “blues” set in and I cried uncontrollably for everything! I cried my eyes out because I felt like a bad mother. I couldn’t go into labor by myself and have my baby naturally and now I couldn’t even do something as simple as breastfeeding. I quickly told myself to get a grip of myself and pull myself together, but it was difficult. The next morning, Saturday, I really had enough. Baby wanted to nurse again and I was fine with him nursing on my left side but after reading that you should alternate positions when you have sore nipples, I decided to try and feed baby on the right side with the football hold. I struggled and DS also struggled with the new position, but I tried to push through. After a few minutes I was overcome with pain and I took him off and decided to express milk and feed him by bottle. Baby was furious after being taken off but I called my husband to prepare a bottle of previously expressed milk and to feed him because I just couldn’t take the pain. After DS got settled with a bottle, I fetched my pump and began to pump again, on low suction because it felt as if my nipple was about to fall off. All of a sudden I saw that blood flowed down the funnel and I got the fright of my life! I immediately stopped pumping and when I looked at my nipple I saw that it was cracked open! I had a 5mm hole in my nipple! Of course I freaked out and started crying again. After this I was too afraid to express on that side and I tried expressing with my hands, but didn’t get much out.
I knew that I had to let DS nurse on the cracked side as well to relieve the engorgement but it was pure torture. I came dangerously close to telling my husband to rather go to the shops and buy some formula because I was at the end of my tether, but on the other side I also wanted to breastfeed really bad so every time I got the idea of sending my hubby to the shops for formula, I thought by myself “lets just get through this one and see how next time goes”.
Later that day my mom came to visit with one of her friends and when I saw my mom I just pulled out my breast in front of her friend and showed her my cracked nipple, whilst crying as if my world was crashing down. My mom’s friend told me to get some nipple shield immediately. I didn’t. In stead I got breast shells to protect my nipples from rubbing against clothes because I was scared to use nipple shields because of what the nurse told me in hospital.
Because of the cracked nipple, I rather let DS nurse on the left side, where the nipple was fine and when I latched him onto the right & cracked side, it wasn’t for long periods. As a result terrible engorgement set in and at one stage my breast got so hard that I couldn’t even pull my nipple out enough to express some milk by hand. I tried soaking my breast in warm water, taking hot showers but nothing helped. A day later I was covered in lumps and by that evening sores began forming on the outside of the lumps. The pain was unbearable. Every time I latched my baby on that side I tried using the breathing techniques I was supposed to use during labor and I wriggled my toes. It was pure torture.
When I woke up the next morning I had a head ache, chills and a fever and my breast was red, lumpy and full of sores. I freaked out and immediately phoned my OB and after describing my symptoms to her, she instructed me to come and see her immediately. I had severe mastitis and abscesses that formed on the outside. I was given a strong dose antibiotics and told to get lots of rest. Luckily the antibiotics worked and the mastitis cleared up within 2 days.
I’ve read that you can take Rooibos tea bags that were soaked in boilt water and apply it on cracked nipples and that it would speed up the healing process. I spent the most part of the day with my nipple out to get it air dry, applying breastmilk to it and then I put the Rooibos tea bag inside my bra over the nipple. It helped and the healing begun and I even managed a few latches without any pain! Until 2 days later when I once again got dangerously close to throwing in the towel and giving up on breastfeeding. It was the evening of the day that the mastitis cleared up, or rather early the next morning at 3am and baby had to nurse again. I knew I had to let him drink from the right (cracked) side first so that he could empty the breast but all of a sudden the pain was back and it hurt ten times more! I was tired and in pain and I actually shouted at my poor baby “You’re hurting me”! This gave me a real big fright because breastfeeding was supposed to be fun for both mom and baby and a time of bonding and here I hated it! I once again cried uncontrollably and then, at 3 a.m. picked up the phone to call my breastfeeding idol (SIL) and asked her to please come and help me first thing the next morning. Once again the formula got postponed to “next time”.
My SIL was there very early the next morning and she helped me to latch baby. It turned out that he took his lower lip in and couldn’t latch properly. I had difficulty to check there without the help of someone else because I still found it painful to strain (remember I had a c/s). She also showed me how to breastfeed whilst laying down and this became my favourite breastfeeding position! She also told me to get nipple shields to protect the cracked nipple and I immediately sent my hubby off to buy me some, which I used for the next feed when I was able to breastfeed my baby without any pain!
I used the nipple shield only on the one cracked side and let baby nurse on the bare nipple on the other side to try and avoid nipple confusion. DS never liked the nipple shield though and I discontinued use of it after about 10 days, but it gave me enough time to get over the pain. The healing took almost 3 months, but after I managed a correct latch everything was fine afterwards.
After 3 weeks my baby and I was a champion nursing team and I couldn’t believe that we had such a struggle in the beginning. Breastfeeding finally came naturally and I breastfed him until his first birthday.
Last edited by MrsCK; 05-14-2008 at 06:15 AM.
I just thought I'd share my story since I'm finally feeling like I've succeeded...
I always thought that Bfing would be easy... My mom had no problems and could "put out fires" when she BFed me and my brother. She was a pioneer and had very strong opinions about the fact that everyone could do it. And that some women just gave up too soon and whatnot. Well, that opinion got passed along to me so when I started having trouble I didn't feel like I had anyone to turn to. I couldn't talk to my mom cause A) she never had any trouble and B) I wasn't sure she'd be supportive. I couldn't talk to my MIL (even though I love her) cause she didn't BF for long if at all. And I couldn't really talk to DH because his idea of supportive (while good intentioned) was to ask (repeatedly) if I was going to BF or just give a bottle (with EBM in it). Thanks goodness for the wonderful LCs at the hospital!
~ pre-eclampsia (mag sulfide, Bp meds)
~ 1 month delay in direct to breast
~ calorie booster (since HE refused to tolerate an IV and repeatedly pulled them out)
~ tube fed
~ guilt and blues associated with feeling like a failure as a mom b/c of the pre-e and therfore preemie
My little man was born at 32 weeks. He was pretty strong from the get go (only needed about 6 minutes of tented oxygen). I started pumping day 2 or 3 after birth (I was really sick so days are kind of a blur for a little). He got whatever I pumped plus a mix-in to boost the calorie count. He was in NICU for 17 days. I worked with an LC but never really pushed myself or him to go directly to breast (he was so little and hooked up to all those wires) I was afraid that my desire to breastfeed would harm him. He was getting breastmilk either way so why push the issues. He finally came home.
Then the supply issues started. I blew through almost my entire back supply. (stupid period!) I was always worried that I wasn't going to make enough for my LO or he would tire out too fast and not eat enough. It wasn't til I was down to my last 2 oz of stored EBM that I really gave BFing an honest go (I had to... I felt that using that last EBM would mean that he would starve ~ not sure why). So I felt like I had to BF from the breast for every meal and was terrified that I was gonna have to give him formula. But he took to it like a pro and we've be exclusively BFing since! Sure he started out eating every hour and half. But I guess I sort of saw it as the month we missed while he was in the NICU. All babies start off eating all the time.
I think he's had like 4 bottles total since (like a month ago) and that was only because I was at work or something like that. I kept pumping on occasion and have a nice little back stock again.
Oh... I can "put out fires" just like mom now. (he pops off and there's still a constant stream going ~ like a firehose)