My eldest for reasons no one could ever really explain just point blank refused to latch on. I tried everything, had countless people hold his head in one hand and my boob in the other. He just wasn’t having any of it.
On top of this I am being told that I NEED to make sure he has enough milk while being told at the same time I need to reduce the formula he is having 🤷🏼♀️
No one could give me the answer to how can I get milk into him when he won’t latch, I am unable to express enough to feed him without being able to give him formula🤷🏼♀️
After a couple of weeks of going mad I just gave up trying to breastfeed/ express because I could feel my mental health plummeting and no one could give me any answers. Nobody had a clue what to advise.
I struggled with it for a long time. I felt such guilt. Then one day I realised it hadn’t crossed my mind for ages.
With my youngest initially I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to attempt to breastfeed her. However, I decided to give it a go and I gave myself permission to switch to formula as soon as I felt I needed to. She was a little champ from birth, she latched on perfectly first time. The midwives were so happy with her.
We were doing really well, however by day 3 it concerned me because apart from the black tar poo they get at the beginning, she hadn’t pood since. My son just pood constantly, so to me it was strange.
By day 5 she had stopped weeing and was refusing to latch on. All she was doing was screaming and crying. Luckily, the midwife was due to come to us anyway. She weighed her and she had lost 13% of her birthweight. The midwife was surprised but had to send us to the hospital, this was right before Covid really took off.
I was advised to keep trying the breast but to finish with a formula top off. She kept refusing the breast but devoured the formula.
I initially was going to seek help and support but then lockdown happened and all services just stopped for weeks.
By the time remote support became established she was starting to strive on formula. I was no longer leaking milk (figured my milk had dried up). So, I just figured it wasn’t worth going down that road.
I have felt no guilt this time round.
I am sad about both experiences. But guilt? Absolutely not.
On both occasions I tried my best, but for reasons out of my control, it didn’t work out.
Both my children are healthy. They are striving. They have full tummies. My daughter still doesn’t wee or poo as much as her brother but many HCP have said every child is different and they have always been happy with the amount she does produce.
Be kind to yourself, it’s still very fresh. However, one day it won’t be such a big thing. One day you’ll look back and you will see what everyone else sees.