I’m just going to tell you my story.
Right from the getgo with our eldest, they introduced the pumping concept, and I used it in a supplementary way. I was blessed with plenty of milk and so I’d “get ahead” at times (not much, let me tell you!) or do things like pump on a Sunday morning so I could give a bottle later that morning during church. The downside of this was that months down the road my supply eventually dropped and we finished with formula. Our baby wasn’t a massive eater and in hindsight I should’ve pumped a lot more instead of enjoying longer breaks.
Fast forward to second baby. I had a slow and challenging recovery after tearing, and wasn’t able to physically lift up/bear the weight of our baby to breastfeed properly. I believe we did formula during those first foggy days home, as I cried and tried to breastfeed through the discomfort. As it turned out our baby had reflux issues too; long story short, I began to exclusively pump and did so for 11 months, with supplemental formula. I had plenty of milk in the freezer.
What I failed to factor in - or more honestly had to deal with because I didn’t have a choice - was how pumping affected two massively important concepts:
- Our toddler. I couldn’t handle things with him properly because I was tied to the pump. (I understand they have much more modern equipment now; this was 9+ years ago.) My point is that I couldn’t just jump up and take baby along; I was juggling pump bottles and tubes and being careful not to spill, and it would drive me nuts to have our toddler even sit next to me.
- Our baby. I missed snuggling him. The pressure to pump was incredible; I HAD TO in order for it to work, and the cost of formula (particularly as he didn’t tolerate dairy well) was exorbitant. I couldn’t pump one side at a time, either; the letdown reflex was so powerful.
I’m currently 25 weeks pregnant with our third baby after a significant gap, and one of the greatest reasons I’m thankful God blessed us with this pregnancy is the chance to Lord willing hold and nurture and snuggle a baby. I missed that so much with our second; I was able to maintain his food but not his snuggling. (It didn’t seem to damage him in ANY way; it just made me feel like I missed out on a lot. We were all in survival mode.)
I definitely noticed a dramatic impact on my supply whenever I’d skip sessions, whether actually breastfeeding our first or pumping for our second. Even though breastfeeding was painful frequently during our first, I’m convinced it was less so than sitting there tied to a pump at 1am while our baby slept soundly, out of my arms.
No advice, not judgment, that’s just my story of how it went down as close as I can recall.