I don’t know why I’m posting on this thread, as breastfeeding was probably one of the most stressful experiences I’ve ever had, and I just know comments on here will make me upset. I thought I’d got over it, but I’m pregnant with #3, and I’m aware that I’m about to go through it all over again.
I just wrote out a massive post about my specific breastfeeding experience, but I have deleted it because I know people will just tell me I’m lying.
Something I found really distressing when trying to make sense of my breastfeeding experience was that I was constantly told it was impossible to experience what I was experiencing, and then told more than once when asking for help online that posting about my experience would put other mothers off and therefore I should keep quiet.
And I’m sorry to say it, but the idea that breastfeeding is natural therefore must work 97% of the time is mad. Nature is very often cruel and nonsensical! Each of my grandparents had several siblings die, though they were hazy on the details. But my grandmother in particular remembers her mother weeping and desperately trying to feed one of her babies things like condensed milk (my grandmother says she wasn’t aware of them having access to formula, I’m not sure when that became available commonly in the UK).
I also remember my dad, a farmer, laughing at the idea that it was natural and should work. Oddly, my best breastfeeding advice came from my dad extrapolating his experience with sheep onto me (I’ll note that apparently he kept trying to talk shop with the midwife when my mum gave birth to me, telling them what he’d do if I was a lamb. I’m not sure anyone appreciated that much).
Also, I saw someone talking about high rates of breastfeeding in Norway and the supportive culture. I’m very fond of Norway but… supportive? Are you sure? 😅 incidentally my Norwegian friend looked at me like I had two heads when I told her how devastated I was during my breastfeeding difficulties. It was alien to her that anyone would feel so much emotion about it. I think combi-feeding is extremely common in Norway.
FTR despite three intersecting difficulties, I combo fed my first up to 7 months about 50/50. With my second, it was more like 80/20 as she had zero issues latching leaving me with just two of the three issues to deal with so it was easier. So I think I did very well actually.
I think I’d probably be classed as a mother who could breastfeed exclusively but didn’t. I think my first baby probably would have limped on until weaning age. But God he was so thin. He was a big, incredibly long baby, and he’s continued to be very tall. So his weight was never too bad in and of itself, but he didn’t put weight on for weeks and weeks. He was so thin. I remember he was about two months old and just sobbing to the health visitor saying “look at him, that’s not right is it?” God, I was desperate for someone to tell me to just formula feed him entirely. But of course they didn’t. They reluctantly agreed that it would be alright to give him 1-2oz a day of formula, but made noises about how I was risking my supply (which was basically non-existent anyway. Yes I am certain of this before anyone tells me I’m wrong. I paid more lactation consultants than you’ve had hot dinners and also had it confirmed by a hospital consultant.). Anyway, at about 3 months I cracked and for a week or maybe even two just entirely formula fed him. Even after day one he was a transformed baby temperament-wise. After a week he’d put on weight and he looked a lovely colour at last. After that week (or two, I don’t recall now) I felt sad about having stopped BF and luckily it was very easy for me to reestablish it. Despite not having much milk, I do seem to produce milk for absolutely ages after stimulation stops. Anyway, my point is that MY baby would have survived on breast milk alone perhaps, but he was very clearly not thriving.
When I had my second, I had the same community midwife team. When they asked me my plans for feeding, I said I’d most likely be combi feeding. The midwife sighed and said something like “I’m so relieved you’ve said that. I so desperately wanted to tell you to start formula with your first baby but we’re not allowed to”. Mental.