I don't have an option to not breastfeed: history of breast cancer in the family, DH asthmatic etc. I also fed DD until she was fifteen months and she is fantastically healthy so I feel DS deserves the same start.
Problem is, DS (9 weeks) has reflux and vomits a lot of every meal. He also needs to be taken on and off before I get a decent latch with every feed. I absolutely hate feeding in public at the best of times, but these two factors make it very hard to feed while I'm out. It's impossible to manage latches and vomiting under a cover, and impossible to be discreet without. If I ignore the latch in favour of discretion - which I do do - I end up with incredibly painful nipples for days. In fact, I don't think I've been totally pain free since he was born. I have found it increasingly stressful being out and dealing with that, to the point I now just can't face it.
DS also won't take a bottle of EBM - which DD did and it made the world of difference to the feeding experience. He feeds every 2 hours and we live in a rural location which gives me no window to get out and back in time for next feed.
So I am pretty much trapped at home, or I am struggling and intensely stressed while out. I literally stink with the smell of sweat I get so stressed by it.
Today DH and DD are at my nieces 21st, having a nice lunch at a restaurant with the whole family and then afternoon tea and cake afterwards. It's too cold to feed in the car, and I couldn't face being at a table with a large audience while dealing with the vomit, screaming, cover-up rigmarole. So this morning I watched DD wrapping the present as a 'pass the parcel' (in her mind no party is a party without pass the parcel) and know I'm going to be missing out on her at her sweetest, and I feel utterly fucking wretched - isolated, left out and alone. I can't stop crying. I feel I have no good options - either way I am screwed. I've been on my own all week and I'm on my own on the weekend too
To make matters worse, I deal with a screaming vomiting baby all week on my own and that is so hard, and it feels bloody crap to have to do it on the weekend too. I am dreading the next five days ahead before I get a chance to share the burden.
How do I get DS to take a bottle? If he doesn't then I have a pretty miserable lonely time ahead of me.