I’m not sure exactly what the point of this post is. Maybe just to get out how I’m feeling about what’s happening with breastfeeding. I’d be grateful to hear from anyone who’s been through anything similar.
Before DD was born I was very blasé about whether or not I would breastfeed her. I just said I hoped I could, I’d give it a go, and if it didn’t work no big deal. I wouldn’t beat myself up about it. Then, of course, she was born, hormones happened, and I spent about six weeks battling to establish breastfeeding. She had a TT and couldn’t latch, even after she had it cut, because apparently my nipples were too small (!). I left hospital exclusively expressing, and was encouraged to express loads of milk which ramped up my supply way too much and I ended up with mastitis, and then thrush from the antibiotics, followed by an awful allergic reaction to the thrush medication. I remember sobbing through the feeds at this time, covered in hives from the allergic reaction, wincing at the pain of her poor latch and the thrush. I almost stopped and introduced some formula at this stage. My DH has given her one bottle of formula a day since then.
I managed to keep going using nipple shields, so she had more to latch on to. I wanted to feed her myself because I could see how much breastfeeding soothed my baby in a way nothing else could. I loved being able to make her feel safe and comforted. Breastfeeding felt natural and instinctive and it had just become something I wanted to do for my baby and myself.
Finally when she was around three months old she managed to latch without the shields. I was so proud of both of us. It’s a stupid way to feel, but finally it felt like I was breastfeeding ‘properly’. She’d look up at me, her eyes full of joy because she loved milk and cuddles, and it felt so lovely.
Now my little love is 6 months old. There’s so much more in her world than just boobs and milk. I’ve noticed that feeding has really changed, and has become much more transactional. She is often difficult to feed, in that she pulls away a lot, stops to look around, and it can feel like a bit of a battle to keep her focused. When we are out, due to being distracted, she only feeds for a few seconds at a time. I find that really worrying, and, as a secondary issue, I end up with my boob hanging out in public which I really don’t love. She doesn’t really look at me when she feeds. There’s nothing wrong with that at all, but I’ve noticed it just doesn’t feel like the close, snuggly, bonding experience it used to be, anymore.
Recently she’s been feeding very poorly during the day, even at home. I always take her up to my room so she’s not too distracted but even that isn’t helping so much anymore. When she’s fed particularly badly, I have tried giving a bottle instead, and usually she drains the whole thing. She gets visibly agitated when she sees the bottle, she wants it NOW. It’s really sweet and funny. I can’t get it into her quickly enough!
I feel that my DD has decided that she prefers a bottle to breast. And it’s more important to me that she’s fed than anything else, so I have decided to swap a couple of daytime feeds for formula. My plan is to keep the morning feed, overnight feeds, and late afternoon feed. But of course I realise it’s likely to be a slippery slope towards her becoming exclusively FF.
I am feeling really mixed about this. I can see that it might be quite freeing not to be the only person who can feed her. Maybe one day to go somewhere for more than an hour without her! But I also feel a little bit sad. I liked being the person she needed. I liked the closeness of breastfeeding. I know that breastfeeding built up our bond and helped my mental health hugely at the beginning (oxytocin). Working so hard to get it going and then doing as well as we were, just made it feel special.
I suppose I feel that she’s already pulling away from me. The love I feel for this little person is so intense - I’ve just never known anything like it. It fills me with such joy to see her grow and develop and flourish. But at the same time each bit of progression takes her a little closer to independence. Which is bittersweet for me - wonderful, exciting, and also sad. She is the most important person in my life, and always will be. I am the most important person in her life, but I won’t be forever. That’s as it should be, of course. Recently she seems so much more ‘grown up’, in some senses, and it’s like she’s not my little baby anymore.
I don’t really feel comfortable talking about this to anyone in real life. I don’t know anyone who really ‘gets it’. I almost feel like I’m grieving. Just reaching out to the women of mumsnet to see if anyone knows how I’m feeling, and can offer any wisdom or insight.
I just wanted to add, I have absolutely no problem with feeding her formula, this is much more about the bonding/closeness than about nutrition. Nutrition was not really much of a factor in my desire to breastfeed.