Ok I will jump right in here then and pour it all out. This is my story from 11 yrs ago. I have pretty much moved on and gotten over it because it has been so long. But I will still always regret that I was not able to breastfeed my daughter.
But, now that I am pregnant again it is back on my mind. So, I may as well lay it all out, shuffle it round, look at it from another perspective and hopefully learn from my own experiences. And from others who post here.
DD1 was born exactly on her due date. I stayed 6 days in hosp, mainly for the healing of some very nasty stitches. I got some help in hosp with attachment. Mostly just a nurse or mid putting bubs head in one and and my boob in the other and whacking them together. Ok probably it was more than that but thats what it felt like to me!
I left hosp sore from stitches and not confident with our feeding technique. I was given a leaflet with a phone number for the local ABA person and with a community health nurse number.
Soon after getting home the blisters and cracks and bleeding began. Attachment was painful, like hot needles sticking through my nipples.
I never had engorgement, i never had a let down reflex feeling, my milk never "came in" in a big rush. My baby just kept sucking away and hurting me.
I struggled and battled to breastfeed my DD. I fought on bravely. I was determined to succeed, i was determined to not give in.
I struggled on so long that in the end i couldnt take it any more. I was cracked and bleeding, i was in agony, i dreaded my baby waking up and being hungry, and boy was she hungry! she was not getting enough milk from me.
Every attempt at feeding ending up with both of us crying our eyes out.
I rang the ABA number. It was disconnected. I rang the child health nurse, left a message, she never called me back. I rang the hosp. the midwife was busy everytime I rang.
I got a manual pump. I pumped away for ages and no milk would come. I was so cracked, and stressed and upset all that I got was a bottle with blood in it and no milk.
I was devasted. I got some bottles and formula and fed my baby her first full meal. She guzzled so much that a lot of it came back up.
I tried expressing manually and with a pump. I still wanted to get it right. I did everything I could at the time to make it work but soon realized the stressed out state I had gotten myself into was probably not helping and I just couldnt cope. DD1 was fully on formula by 2 weeks old.
DD2 came along 3yrs later. I had an excellent antental instructor during pregnancy who explained attachment so fabulously well that I finally felt excited about the prospect of trying again. I was booked into a different hosp this time. The had a stack of videos available which I watched over and over before and after the birth.
DD2 attached well, it was sore for just a little while but still nowhere near the agony of the first time round. I wanted to feed for as long as I could.
At 6 weeks I was told my baby was not putting on enough weight, at 8 weeks there was some real concern over her growth and some supplemental feeding was recommended. I was feeding her both sides for a total of an hour usually and every 3hrs or less. But she wasnt growing much.
By ten weeks with some supplemental formula she started to grow better. More formula was recommended to keep up the trend. Soon she was refusing the breast and would only take a bottle. She was fully formula fed by 11 weeks.
While I was more happy with how things went I still wish I had been able to continue that special coonection with her for longer.
So thanks for reading. Hopefully I will have some wonderful stories to tell you about the magic of breastfeeding in a year or so from now.
p.s. I have a very impressive set of 18DD boobies but obviously its not the size that counts.


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Myson, thank you so much for sharing your story. You certainly have had a very tough time. I wish you all the very best for this time hun.





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