This post is about DD2 who I am really struggling with.
DD1 was EBF and after a bit of a struggle establishing things, it all went really smoothly. I'm very very anxious and spent my mat leave hiding away, unable to face even changing a nappy in public. I swore it wouldn't be like that with DD2, I was going to get out and meet people and do all the groups and thoroughly enjoy my mat leave instead of wishing it away so I could go back to work.
Well it all went horribly wrong with DD2, she got this huge virus just after birth and ended up in hospital for 2 months with meningitis and heart, liver, lung and blood problems. Whilst in hospital she was diagnosed with reflux and she also had chylothorax so my epic amounts of ebm dwindled to nothing as she had to go onto special formula. Once she was cleared I tried so hard to get it back but failed. My HV also thought she might be lactose intolerant so she went onto Neocate.
So now she is 4 months old and I feel I don't know what I am doing at all. I have been bottle feeding her for 8 weeks now and I'm sure I must be doing something badly wrong. I feel I don't know when she's hungry, I just feed her as a default if she cries. I throw half of most bottles away. She fusses and cries through every feed, sometimes it's like I'm force feeding her. She's often sick. I have to stop after every few gulps to burp her because she gets such bad wind and seems like she's in pain. Feeding seems to really tire her out and then I'm forcing her to keep taking it. It's like she's hungry but doesn't want the bottle. I have to swap from bottle to burping to dummy back to bottle, and getting just 60ml down her can take me an hour. Then less than 2 hours later I'm doing it again. When she's having her dummy she will seem settled but then suddenly yowl in pain.
I feel like such a terrible mother - I don't know what my child wants and I don't know how to feed her. Even 14 year old first time mothers can feed their children without these problems. I'm in my 30s and a professional, and I cry constantly about how badly I'm doing.
My health visitor and her assistant are in touch with me regularly. I'm not sure what they think. I suspect they think I'm doing something major wrong but don't like to say. My HV said I should let her get really hungry and demand food, which is fine but I don't know the sign for demanding food! If she seems inconsolable then I feed her because I think that's 'demanding food' but then she will only take 30ml or something. God I'm so hopeless.
My HV has asked me to keep a diary over a couple of days so they can review her feeding patterns. They seem to think I should wean her early (as in NOW) because she's just that sort of baby... But I want to do things by the book and I don't think it's fair to punish my baby just because I can't seem to feed her properly.
I don't know how much of her behaviour is physiological and how much is psychological. Developmentally she's pretty behind so I'm constantly trying to work out where she should be at for her age and her adjusted age. Then we don't know the affects of the meningitis on her brain either. I can't relax about anything and she probably picks up on that. I barely leave the house because I worry about being judged by others if we are at a group and she's fussing on the bottle and throwing up. My MIL and SIL are coming to meet her at the weekend and I'm dreading it, I feel they're going to judge me as a bad mother because the feeding is so all over the place.
I've got few friends locally and no mum friends at all. I'm just so isolated and feel so sad about how things are going. I feel I'm slowly going mad and getting more and more neurotic with my own thoughts. I'm starting to think that she hates me because I'm the person inflicting the pain and trauma on her with the feeds. What if she never bonds with me?
Getting through every day is a battle and I just dread waking up on a morning. I long for Fridays when DH finishes work and then dread Mondays where I spend yet another week alone in the house with the baby. I feel such guilt that I feel like that, and I feel selfish grief that things aren't how I planned. I fill each day with organising the house, decluttering and sleeping but I have no social interaction except with health professionals and on Facebook. If you read my Facebook you'd never believe it was the same person, and I only share my true feelings with DH and, to some extent, my HV who I get on well with.
If you got this far then thank you. I'm not looking for a magic solution, I don't think there is one, but I feel better for getting it off my chest.