I had my first baby in December and I planned on breastfeeding. By week 2 she stopped latching properly and we had to substitute with me expressing and formula feeding. I got help from infant feeding teams and used their hospital grade pumps, all whilst continuing to get her to latch but had no luck. I started getting stressed and upset over not being able to breastfeed her properly and so my milk supply dwindled to the point where I'd be producing an ounce of milk a day. I decided to stop expressing and switch fully to formula and it helped my mental health massively. But at the same time my perfect idea of motherhood felt as if it had been ripped away from me.
I get emotional when asked by friends, family, and healthcare professionals "is she breast or bottle fed?" And the hidden judgemental face they pull when I said bottle feels like a knife in my stomach.
I still get teary over not being able to breastfeed. I know I shouldn't because she's growing into a beautiful happy and healthy baby, but I just can't help it. No matter how much my fiance tells me it doesn't matter because she's happy and healthy and loved I just get so chewed up about it.
I attended a family hub center to get her weighed and I fed her afterwards, some lady say down with her baby opposite me, started breastfeeding and I just broke down in tears when I noticed.
I don't believe I have PND because nothing else gets to me. Other than that I'm as happy as can be and I love being a mam. My little girl is absolutely perfect and my fiance is the most supportive man I could ask for.
I just feel like if I see someone breastfeeding I can't be around them without turning into a blubbering mess 😓