My first baby was 15 weeks old yesterday, and I'm still feeling terribly down over failing to breastfeed him. I'm posting some of my story here as I'm looking for some way forward in getting past the whole experience.
A week after his birth, Danny was found to have lost quite a lot of his birth weight, and the community midwife referred us back to the paediatrics ward of the hospital, where we were admitted. He was diagnosed as having jaundice and quite serious dehydration.
I had been breastfeeding but had found it very difficult to get him latched on and didn't succeed in doing it consistently. He had also started getting very sleepy about 5 days after birth. I had tried phoning a number for a breastfeeding counsellor, but didn't really understand what was going wrong or how to access the right support at the right time.
We were readmitted on a Friday to the paediatrics ward, and Danny was successfully treated for dehydration and jaundice over the next few days, but we were kept in until the following Saturday.
No one was really able to work with me on how to maintain/establish breastfeeding properly so that D could get enough to eat without having to be topped up. While I was able to stay with him, given food and lent a hospital pump to express, and prescribed something to improve my milk supply, paediatrics doesn't actually have staff trained to support breastfeeding directly. And there was no assessment, for example, of whether my milk supply was in fact low - I don't think it was - I can remember it coming in and leaking etc.
Being in hospital made it hard to establish a routine, as I was often waiting to see the consultant or another professional. The breast pump wasn't always available at times when I needed to be able to use it as it was being shared with others, making it very hard to fit in pumping at least 3 or 4 times a day, for 20 minutes each side each time. And when I noticed that I was losing a lot of the milk that came out and not collecting it, no one at the hospital was able to help me, only my partner.
The result of all this was that when we finally got out after 8 days - and that required quite a fight to be allowed out - Danny was being mostly formula fed with a little expressed breastmilk. I continued trying to express up until a week ago, but with limited and diminishing success.
On one level I believe that my son is healthy, thriving, etc. Professionals who come into contact with him are happy with his weight gain, he's growing huge and seems to be a happy, responsive baby, as far as what anyone tells me and I can see for myself. But I hate the fact that I couldn't breastfeed him, that I'm having to feed him on formula, and I'm lacking in confidence. I'm fighting with depression.
I met a woman more recently who had a very similar experience to mine, giving birth at the same hospital, being readmitted to the same paediatrics ward, and giving up bf at 3 weeks, and being unhappy about it.
On one level, the hospital could be seen to be supporting breastfeeding and putting lots of resources into it - accommodation and food for me to stay with my sick baby, medication etc - it must have cost an enormous amount. But... no breastfeeding counsellors or midwives or other staff with specific training in supporting breastfeeding women. Not on that ward.
And at the beginning, I was on a postnatal ward with 2 midwives caring for 18 women - even those who had extensive experience and knowledge of bf support (clearly this varied) couldn't really give that support as well as everything else that women on the ward might need. Some women and babies wouldn't have been very well and midwives would have had other priorities.
I'm going to stop here for now and post this, would be interested in responses (please don't tell me dreadful things about how terrible formula is for babies etc, I feel really crap about it already).