Born at 36 weeks
Fed EBM for the first week
I knew she would come early, I went on anti contraction meds at 26 weeks, once I went off of them at 35 weeks I went into labor a week later. I tried and tried and tried to get her to latch at the hospital with not much sucess. The first day we were home she had no wet diapers! Took her to the Ped. she had lost 13% of her body weight and was not able to stay awake for more than about 5 min. at a time. She was extremely jaundiced and we spent about a week in the hospital with her on a bili bed and under the light in this wierd glowing blue tent. She was not allowed off the bed for more than a few min. at a time so I had to pump and feed her bottles while she was in her tent. Once we finally got that under control she was finally able to stay awake for feedings but they were INCREDABLY painful, I'm talking toe curling, tears in the eyes pain the whole way through each and every feeding for the first 2 1/2 months. When I spoke with a Lactation consultant they said that my nipple was too big for her mouth and that it would get better as she got bigger, and I had a goal of 1 year, come hell or high water we were going to make it pain or not. She was finally diagnosed as being tongue tied (hence the pain). I'm not sure what happened but around month 3 it stopped hurting!!!! We are at 4 months and 2 weeks now and I am so glad I stuck with it. The pain was temporary, the benifits she is getting from breastmilk will last a lifetime. Sooo worth it!
36 hours very actuve labor
Florian was born 3 days before his due date and after fighting all I could against a C-Section... I had to accept the fact ! my small body and cervix refusing to open.... was hiding a 8lb 10az baby (I am 5ft2).
I had no first skin to skin contact and nursing as I had "all planned"....
but we never had an problems together... he had a tongue tie and I got it fixe at 1 week old and since then NO PROBLEMS...
He is a happy fat boy and I am a Happy mom...
Initial poor latch
Sleeping shortly after latching
Low milk supply
Baby has huge appetite
Painful nipples (turned out to be thrush)
Although I was induced and Evie was taken away by a team of nurses b/c someone accidentally pressed the panic button, she was brought to me 20 mins post-delivery and nursed right away.
However, my milk supply was slow to start and I had very little colostrum for her at the beginning. This was compounded by her latching at the nipple (instead of the areola too) and falling asleep shortly after latching. After only 24 hours she lost 1 lb 3 oz and had to go on formula supplementation.
I was so fortunate that she had no nipple confusion and was just as happy with my breasts as she was with bottles.
I was really hating BFing tho b/c her chomping down on my nipples really hurt me, but after her latch and sucking techniques were corrected at the hospital, I was still in a lot of pain.
Because I was overwhelmed with being a new mom and BFing issues, Evie was 5 weeks old when I finally saw the LC. The LC was really my last resort...at that point, I would cry to my DH every night how that was it, I was only going to FF, but every morning, I would sigh and try BFing again.
Working with the LC was awesome. She helped me get the right BFing positions for us (this turned out to be very important to Evie for comfort and sucking technique), she finally diagnosed my painful nipples as a result of thrush, and genetian violet got rid of it. She helped me find ways to get Evie to complete her feeding and be full before falling asleep.
It took 9 weeks for the pain to go away, and when that happened, overnight, I went from resenting and dreading BFing to loving it. It was such a happy moment and a huge relief that I cried tears of joy knowing I stuck with it, was able to fix the problems and etc. and now I BF almost exclusively. Occasionally I still bottlefeed EBM, but it's getting rarer and rarer all the time.
Evie has become an efficient nurser and altho I usually have to offer both boobs twice to feed her sufficiently (she takes in 6-8 oz per feeding now), it doesn't hurt and doesn't take all day to nurse her. It's so awesome. It's a beautiful relationship.
I wanted to write my success story about being able to breastfeed my 2nd child!
When I had my daughter from the first latch I was in great pain like pins and needles. I worked with a lactation consultant and my daughter didn't want to open her mouth large enough to get the entire areola and because of this she said she has a shallow latch and unless it changes breastfeeding will be painful. I always had cracked/bleeding nipples and I would want to pull away because I was scared of the pain and just didn't want to breastfeed because of the pain physically and even mentally it had on me. I decide to pump excusively and was able to do it for about 4 months until I lost my supply and then decided to formula feed. I always felt like a failure that I wasn't able to breastfeed her but that someday when I had my 2nd child I would be able to breastfeed them! My daughter is a healthy girl today and I hope she understand that he mommy did her best
When I found out I was pregnant with my son I read a lot about breastfeeding and talked to other moms and got advice from them. Right after my son was born I breasfeed him and he took to it right and I had no pain at all. It was such an amazing feeling that right away my son had a great latch and that breastfeeding could be such a wonderful experience. My son is almost 3 months old and we have been breastfeeding exclusively ever since. We have had no problems and he is gaining weight really well and it already 14 pounds! He eats about every 2-3 hours for about 10 minutes each side and luckily I have a large supply so he tends to get full pretty fast. He is such a happy guy and loves his mommy's milk and it makes me feel special that I can feed him what I make. I want to exclusively breastfeed him for a year and then we will go from there
So I just want to let other mommies know that just because you couldn't/ didn't breastfeed one child doesn't mean you won't be able to breastfeed your other child/children
Update: We are going at 23 months of breastfeeding and no plans to stop! We love our breastfeeding relationship and will go until he doesn't want to nurse anymore!
Last edited by skylamommy2; 08-04-2011 at 01:17 AM.
Kelly and John: Sep 30, 2006
Skyla Helen: 2-2-2008-
Tyler "Ty" Lyman: 9-6-2009-
Issues: Mental block
Are you going to breastfeed?
I heard this question a lot. It irritated me even more. When I was pregnant with my son in 2007, I was asked this question at every doctor visit. I always said no. Breastfeeding was disgusting. Why anyone would want to do that was beyond me. Why on earth would I want to stick my boob into a poor innocent baby’s mouth and make him/her drink by bodily fluids? I ranked it right up there with molestation.
I was wrong.
When DJ was born 6 weeks early, I was contemplated it for a minute until the nurse said I wouldn’t be able to breast feed him. She meant actual baby-to-breast but I thought she meant “at all”. I could have pumped until he was big enough to nurse, but I didn’t know that then. I didn’t know anything about breastfeeding. I didn’t know the nutrition value or the ease and convenience of it. I also didn’t know how special it can be.
DJ had reflux and breathing problems. Mostly typical issues for being a preemie. He came home on a breathing monitor and reflux medication. We tried several different formulas before finding one he could tolerate. Of course, it was the most expensive one! When he was a little bigger, we tried the store brand formula and he tolerated it well so we stuck with that one. For an entire year we lugged around a can of formula, bottled water, and bottles. I did it for an entire year because the thought of breastfeeding made me want to puke.
I now wonder if some of the struggles with his health could have been avoided had I just given it a shot. From the time he was born, my son has had some health issues. Nothing too pressing or life altering. Just annoying. Ear infections, colds, allergic reactions, hives, random fevers, etc. The latest was a couple of weeks ago when he suddenly spiked a 104 temp that proved to be from pneumonia.
Do you want to know the end-all, final-say was in what made me decide to breast feed?
I was diagnosed as bi-polar with anxiety disorder when I was a teenager. I found that I am allergic to the antidepressants and mood stabilizers so I just deal with it on my own.
After my son was born, I went into a deep depression. He’d cry to be fed and just wanted to run the other way. I would just hold him and cry and think of how much easier it would be if he wasn’t there. I remember how horrible I felt for thinking that. I felt useless. Heartless. I was nothing more than “the baby-maker”. I meant nothing.
My husband was wonderful. He had nothing to do with how I felt. He did most of the child care when he was home because he wanted to. He fed our son, bathed him, dressed him, rocked him, etc. I just wanted to sleep. He tried so hard to get me to get me to want to take care of our son, but to no avail. Those of you with depression will understand that you can’t just “snap out of it”. It just has to ease up on its own and until then…you just deal with it. When our son was about 18 months old, I finally started to see him as the miracle that he is. I’ve spent every minute since then trying to make up for the first 18 months of his life.
When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, something changed in my heart. I honestly can’t tell you what or when. One day it just crossed my mind that maybe I should give breastfeeding a shot. Maybe it was the guilt of not even trying with my son? I started reading about it and asked a lot of questions. I had a lot of concerns and hesitations. The more I read the more I felt that maybe it was going to be ok. I was becoming convinced by the nutritional values, health benefits, and (to be honest) the cost factor didn’t hurt either.
I told everyone that I was going to try. I didn’t want to say “I will” because that just seemed daunting and like I was setting myself up for failure. If I said “I’ll try” then I had an out which I knew I wouldn’t take. I had taken the breastfeeding class, bought the pump, watched the videos, talked to the lactation consultants, interviewed my cousin (she breastfed her son for over a year), threw away all sample cans of formula, etc. I was ready. I knew it all. Yeah…that all went out the window when I tried to latch her on!
The first week was, and I’m not going to sugar coat this, HELL. There were tears, screaming, temper tantrums, fussiness, and frustration. Lila didn’t seem too happy either. She was born on a Wednesday. By Sunday, I wanted to quit. As I sat in the chair with Lila screaming from hunger and my breasts sore and throbbing, I bawled. My husband (sweet, sweet man) knelt down in front of me and took Lila until she calmed down enough to latch on. I continued to cry. He looked me in the eye and said “You’re doing great! You can do this.” He was so sincere and supportive. I cried again. Monday morning, as if by some miracle, the pain started to subside. By Wednesday…one week after her birth…breast feeding didn’t hurt anymore and I actually started to look forward to it.
I haven’t slept a full night since she was born. She’s still up at least once a night. She still wants to nurse from 6:30 until 9:30 every evening. But she’s only had one instance of bronchitis and even that was minor. Her diapers don’t reek to high heaven. We’re not out at trying to find an open store because we forgot to buy formula. I AM the vending machine (as my sister likes to call me). We don’t have to bring an extra bag full of bottles, formula, and bottled water. The only extra item we have is my pump which I bring to work and on long trips (just in case).
Today is our 6 month milestone for breastfeeding. It has NOT been easy. I’m not a morning person and being up several times during the night doesn’t help. However, I know this is best for her. We have a bond now. It’s a very different bond than what I have with my son (the bond with him isn’t any less…just different). I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hello, my name is Jennifer and I’m a formula-to-breastfeeding-attitude conversion survivor.
~DS DJ - January 2008 Jelly Beans
~DD Lila - December 2009 Diamonds (Cohost)
Breastfeeding and supplementing
Against all Odds… a Breastfeeding Success Story
My story begins at the age 0f 21. I had my breasts augmented (implants) after realizing that God was only going to bless me with an “A” cup. Not acceptable in my opinion. My implants were placed through the bottom half of the nipple. It has since been proven that this placement method can be (and in my case is) as detrimental to milk making as a full reduction. A few months after a seemingly successful surgery, my left breast became swollen and hard. It was determined that my body was rejecting the implant and had become infected. The implant was removed and I had a drain placed for a few weeks. When it came time to replace the implant I chose to have a larger one placed in my right breast as well. Hello, vanity! There was no further issue after the last surgery.
I had my first son when I was 25. Breastfeeding was not something I had strong feelings over one way or another. I latched him on a few times but in a short week he was fully Formula Fed. I remember that I never did feel my milk “come in.” I never felt engorgement, and drying up was a non-issue, as there was nothing there to begin with.
Fast forward 5 years later to the birth of my Second Son. Call it time, maturity, whatever, I was determined to breastfeed this time around. I was sure that IF I wanted it bad enough my milk would be there and we would breastfeed and that would be that. I did little research during pregnancy. We made it a short 5 weeks of partial breastfeeding before I threw in the towel. I DID have milk, but very little. I tried Fenugreek and Mothers Milk Tea only to find that I was not able to make even 25% of what he needed. I also did not have or obtain a good breast pump. Again, I never felt engorgement and drying up was easy. What was horrible though, were the guilt feelings I had once I quit. I felt as if I had done myself and my Son a major disservice. I was emotional to the point I felt like I was mourning a loss. It was at that point I decided I would be successful for the next child.
8 months later I became pregnant again. I was THRILLED and began researching and absorbing all the information I could about breastfeeding. I was in total shock to discover how little I knew about it. It was SO much more than just feeding your little one. It was a bonding mechanism. I understood why I felt so terrible before, and was even more determined to make it work this time. Sadly, at 15 weeks gestation our little girl passed away. After a short and devastating labor she was born silent. At the time there was no way to console that loss or justify it, other than trusting in My Lord. About 2 days after her birthday, I noticed my breasts were swollen and painful. The day after that, I was leaking milk. Something clicked in me that day and my drive to be a successful breastfeeding Mom became damn close to an obsession.
5 months after we lost our baby, I fell pregnant with my newest Son. It was a difficult pregnancy with many, many obstacles. The most difficult being I was to have a repeat C Section. This terrified me… I was SURE that it would cause my milk to delay and things would not get off on the right foot. When I checked into the hospital, I had a PLAN: A breast feeding plan. I made sure everyone who walked into my room knew this plan from top to bottom. The plan was nurse as soon as humanly possible, begin herbs immediately, and pump after every feed from the start. I found that I had SO much support in the hospital for this. Not one nurse even mentioned formula to me. I was loaned a hospital grade pump during my stay, and was able to start pumping right away. Much to my delight I was able to take that pump home with me! I was SO grateful and felt so blessed. My baby’s latch left a lot to be desired. He was not flaring his upper lip and was making that awful sucking sound. My nipples were sore on the first day. He had a very strong, eager suck. He would fall asleep easily. Keeping him awake to eat seemed to be out greatest challenge. I assumed everything was well (as did the nurses) because before we left the hospital my milk was starting to come in. At release my very large (9lbs 9 oz. at birth) Son was down to 8 lbs. 7 oz. I was a little nervous about the weight loss… but my doctor assured me that bigger babies tend to (and safely can) lose a little more weight. I walked out of the hospital confident that we would be just fine.
At home things were going ok. I was breastfeeding constantly. He would suck three times and pass out. Wake up, repeat. Over and over. My nipples were cracked and red and sore. I had read this was normal, and kept refusing to think anything negative. I just kept nursing and pumping and praying. His latch was still terrible, but I kept my mantra going. At 5 days he had a weigh in. He had lost another 3 oz. His stools were green and mucous. My heart fell to the floor. I knew then my supply was not ample, and I had to supplement. I cried… no I BAWLED on the way to the store to buy bottles and formula. It was devastating. When we got home, I fed him his first ever bottle of formula. He sucked down 3 oz. and fell asleep for nearly 3 hours. It was the most heartbreaking day of my life. I was not only losing my battle, I had been starving my own Baby. I must have cried for two hours straight. My Mom and my Husband kept coming in, holding me, and I would just cry harder. I am not sure if they had any idea how painful that was for me. Even now as I recall that moment I am tearing up.
A few days later we did another weigh in. He had gained a few oz. back and was slightly jaundiced. Doctor was confident we were doing just fine and he was healthy. It was hard to believe him at that point. I really felt as if I had failed my baby. I began a grueling routine of Breastfeed, supplement, pump. Over and over. 24 hours a day. It was exhausting to say the least. And on top of it all, he was still a terrible latcher. He still passed out after 2 minutes of sucking. Something was not right here… so I called the Lactation consultants at the hospital and got an appointment. After observation of my sons latch, it was determined he had a tight upper frenulum. Basically, his upper lip is tied and he is unable to maintain suction while latched on. In addition, he exhibited signs of a high pallet, which make it terribly uncomfortable to take a deep latch on the breast. This news was refreshing in that it was NOT just my imagination that things were going badly. It was difficult because this issue was not correctable with anything except time and patience. Time was hard to come by having a two year and a 7 year old at home with me. Patience has never been a virtue of mine. Through the week I rarely latched him on. I pumped and pumped and pumped. But I missed the breastfeeding part of it. It was at this time I decided that I was either going to commit myself 100%, or I was going to quit. In fact, that same evening after yet another failed attempt at a good feed, I said that was it. I won’t pump or latch him on again. I bottle fed him through the night, skipped pumping and just slept. The next morning I was for the VERY first time in my life, engorged. It was painful, and oddly exhilarating. I was giddy with excitement that my breasts were finally doing what they were meant to do… make milk.
The next month brought a host of problems I had never anticipated. I figured that we had been punished enough with the low supply and the latch issues. I could not have been more wrong. We got out first case of thrush, which seemed to go away with Nystatin. My nips were constantly sore and I really attributed that to his poor latch. A week later, I could not latch him on without screaming in pain. I realized that we must have thrush again, and began the Nystatin treatment. That night I became engorged to the point I could not pump anything but a few drops. Latching him on was not even an option, simply too painful to even attempt. I had a large “vein” in my breast that was painful to the touch. Then I saw the white dot on my nipple. A plugged duct. I worked and worked on it with heat compresses and pumping. Finally I latched him on and endured the pain in the hope he would drain the breast. He was able to get enough to give me some relief that night, but the next morning it started again. After 2 days and pressing from my husband, I went to the doc. They prescribed antibiotics for an assumed infection (mastitis) and told me to use the Gentian violet for the thrush. 18 hours after the first application of the purple medication (and lots and lots of giggles) I was able to latch him on without crying out in pain. I will never forget this moment. He looked at me, smiled the biggest smile you ever saw on a baby, and began to nurse. He ate greedily and I was able to observe the most precious of all things… my milk drunk baby. As his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell of my breast in a total coma, I cried harder than I had the day I gave him his first bottle. Only this time it was tears of joy. I had my final Epiphany then… we are going to do this and we are doing it 100%. When we stop, it will be on his terms. Nothing else will get in our way.
Since that moment breastfeeding has been a source of joy in our lives rather than stress. Somewhere around the 12 week mark the whole process just sort of “clicked” for us. I suddenly realized I was no longer watching the clock at feeding time. My nipples had not been sore in weeks. His latch was not only improved, it was perfect. I was able to understand when he was hungry and when he was nursing for comfort. I stopped feeling the quilt over the supplement feedings. We were nursing in public, nursing in front of family members, and in front of the neighbor kids. We were nursing in different positions. The rules seemed to loosen up somehow. We found a flow that worked for us.
I will not sugar coat it and say it has all been roses as it hasn’t. My supply is still low. We have our good days, and then we have our BAD days. I made the decision to take domperidone for my supply. I tried a 2 week trial of it and it made a HUGE difference. After a short (and not welcomed) hiatus I purchased a full 4 month supply. Today, at the three week mark, I am making more milk than I ever dreamed I could! I may never hit 100% supply, and through all of this I realized that exclusive breastfeeding is not what I was seeking all along. It was the bond of the relationship. We have that and it can never be taken away.
Nothing on this earth feels better than putting my sweet baby boy to my breast. Nothing is sweeter than him making his polite “nursing face” and smiling when he gets close to me. I have never been as proud of myself as I am now. Against all odds, I am a breastfeeding Mom.