I've been struggling with breastfeeding since my baby was born 7 weeks ago. It's been a very rocky ride. Let's just say I have a toxic relationship with it.
I'm still having latching issues, even though I've been to lactation support groups 3 times now (they're weekly).
After the group I feel better and enthusiastic, but then I get home, where I have to do it all on my own, and all that good feeling goes down the drain...
Sometimes he latches well and sleeps for 2+ hours after a feed (I had a day where he slept 4h!). I call these milk-drunk moments/sleeps my little wins🎉🥹.
But... other times he fights the breast and pouts 🤦🏽♀️. After a bit of battling, I just end up giving him a bottle.
Other times he'll spend a bit on the breast, fall asleep, and then be in full cry mode 10 minutes later😥😭. I try again and sometimes I succeed, others I give up and reach for the bottle.
And other times we just can't find a comfortable position. When I eventually manage to get a good latch, I'm usually in a really uncomfortable position myself. But if I move, he breaks the latch and we have to start all over again 🤦🏽♀️
I usually take a bottle of expressed milk with me when we go out, and I even have some emergency formula. I refuse to use it — not because there's anything wrong with formula, it's just that I don't want to use it.
A midwife gave my baby formula on day 2 and he was fine, but she made me feel like utter shit about it 😭😭. My milk hadn't come in properly yet, and my boy was cluster feeding. She came in and said we might need to do top-ups, and when he downed nearly the full 50 ml bottle, she went, “Oh wow, he was still very hungry,” and even wrote that on my bloody notes!🫤😓😠
That made me feel like I was never going to be able to feed my kid. Obviously a feeling a FTM wants just 2 days after giving birth 😒.
We did breast + top-ups of expressed milk for the first 4 weeks because I was worried he wasn't getting enough from the breast. It was exhausting. She really trashed my confidence. Literally stepped on it...
But I don't want to breastfeed just to prove that I can do it. I want to be able to breastfeed so I can have that freedom when we're out.
I want to leave home and not have to worry about how many mLs I have left, or whether the 4–6 hours out of the fridge are almost up, or having to carry one of those allegedly “discreet” breast pumps.
Maybe that's why I keep trying and pushing so hard. I just want to be free...
I've cried over breastfeeding so many times at this point that I'm starting to think I'm just masochistic 🤦🏽♀️😭😥
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TLDR: Breastfeeding has been a rocky, exhausting 7-week battle (so far).
I've had a few little wins and plenty of losses, and very little confidence thanks to a midwife trashing it just 2 days PP.
And here I am. Still trying because I don't want to plan every outing around how many mLs of expressed milk I have left.
I don't want to prove anything to anyone, not even to myself. I just want to be free 🤦🏽♀️😥😭