What juniorcakeoff said.
I was undecided about BF or FF. went into labour at 37 weeks with first child.
No siblings. No parental experience. Horrendous back to back labour, 72 hours, 48 with no sleep.
Exhausted. Ended up with epidural (topped up twice) and forceps after a failed ventousse and literally no decent food other than mouthfuls of cereal bars and I threw most of those back up.
I’d waited for years to be a parent but for the first 24 hours remembering who I was let alone what I was supposed to do was impossible. I was on a ward with far more coherent women. I was so hungry. 5 hours post birth I was allowed to walk to the lunch trolley in the communal room. I’m a vegetarian. They could offer me nothing but tuna salad (not vegetarian!!) so I was without food again till 5pm.
I started getting more lucid. My baby was very perfect, she wasn’t alert at all. How easy this parenting thing is! Maybe I ought to feed her? I felt like I was coming round from the worlds worst hangover, so I asked
when she was meant to eat They said she was ‘sleepy’ from the pethadine i’d had. She’d been born 12 hours.
At 18 hours (and exhausted but with it!) I insisted I had help and they gave me a disposable bottle of aptimil. They told me I’d be discharged at 8am. She threw the milk up and no one helped or explained what I should do. I barely saw a ward midwife.
They spent 30 minutes talking to me about contraception and 5 about feeding her.
If my community midwife hadn’t have come to my rescue I think I’d have had real problems
This was 2007.