Want to breast feed me

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Within hours, my nipples cracked, and my baby was wailing on and off at the top of her lungs from pm until am. She was feeding for many more hours than doctors told me she would, but she was never satiated, and I winced and cried through the pain. I called the pediatrician the day after we brought her home. He instructed me to come in immediately, and then informed me that I needed to give my baby a bottle of formula and take a nap before seeing a lactation consultant to work through our issues.

Want to breast feed me

And why was I beating myself up over a bottle of formula? Even before I became pregnant, I was steadfastly opposed to feeding my child anything other than breast milk. Now I felt ashamed, inadequate and inconsolable, my confidence already at an all-time low. Though I had heard of lactation consultants, no one had ever shared with me that they had gone to see one. I felt alone in my struggle. Those nights felt like the world was crashing around me. Over the course of the next two weeks, I went to endless appointments.

I was told to nurse more frequently and on demand.

Want to breast feed me

Supplementing with formula turned into more than just a bottle or two, and stimulating my milk production became my job. Our new plan was to put the baby on the breast every hours, pump a minimum of 8 times per day, and supplement. I rarely produced more than just shy of an ounce and every droplet felt like gold. But as I continued to pump and feed, I saw little increase.

Want to breast feed me

We were powering through the formula at an alarming rate. At our two week appointment, the baby had regained her birth weight and then some. And where was I? Emotionally and mentally drained. Those few weeks were the shortest, longest, and hardest of my life. Day in and day out, delirious from lack of sleep, completely unstable, I was obsessed with one thing: getting milk to my baby.

I barely saw anyone.

Want to breast feed me

I barely left my house. I nursed and pumped around the clock. The few hours I slept, I dreamt that I was nursing my baby.

Want to breast feed me

While I would hold my sweet tiny child in my arms, I would dip my head towards her, listening for rhythmic swallowing sounds that seemed to taper off after only a few seconds. I insisted on feeding in silence so I could ensure she was, in fact, swallowing.

Want to breast feed me

Female friends and acquaintances listened and wrote me lengthy and touching s of their own struggles. In fact, my story as a mother is only just unfolding.

Want to breast feed me

Photo by Jason Pratt Over the course of the next two weeks, I went to endless appointments. Uncategorized Family. There are already two children, probably around 2 a handful. Hilary Yancey. Mar 31, Mar 24,

Want to breast feed me

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