DS is three days old, born via c section. We were in the hospital for two nights as I had pre eclampsia.
He was a big boy when born, 4kg and had gorgeously chubby cheeks. In the hospital several midwives and a feeding specialist all watched him feed and said his latch was perfect, positioning great, no tongue tie, and they couldn't give any more advice as everything looked perfect and that it looked like I had done it before. I was so pleased and felt so confident.
Since being home he's been cluster feeding and constantly sucking his hands, even if he's just finished a feed. I've been feeding on demand and knew this was normal to try and boost my supply so wasn't worried, or worried that he wouldn't sleep unless on me or DP.
The midwife came today and weighed him. He's lost 11.9% of his birthweight, 500g, in three days. She said he needs 25mls at least topped up after every breast feed. My milk hasn't come in yet so DP went to buy formula. He downed the 25mls so I gave him some more as she instructed and he had 40mls in total. He then went into his Moses basket and lay there happily for 20 minutes, never once sucking on his hands. Then he slept for 2 1/2 hours in there. I've never seen him so content.
So my beautiful baby, who I thought was just a champion greedy chunk who loved milk and was cluster feeding was never getting enough from me. I've been starving him. And I didn't even know. I've been looking at pictures from today and from when he was first born and he looks like a different baby. Every time I look at him now I'm overcome with guilt and shame. I was so pleased with how things were going and was saying to anyone who asked that it was going great, and all along I was starving him.
Throughout my pregnancy I was so worried I wouldn't be able to breastfeed, I've long thought I had tubular breasts and when I was researching breastfeeding I read that having them can cause supply issues and not being able to breastfeed. I was very upset as breastfeeding was something that was really important to me for a lot of different reasons, and I felt like once again my body was failing me and I hated it, I thought that if I could feed my baby and do the one thing no one else could then it might help repair the relationship I have with my body by doing something good and positive and something my baby needed from me.
I saw a lactation consultant to ask for help antenatally and she showed me how to express colostrum, and said she would make me a feeding plan to start from birth but then never did and said she didn't think I would have an issue as I could get some colostrum and didn't think my breasts looked extremely tubular. Although I think it's deceiving because I'm overweight so a lot of what looks like breast tissue is fat tissue.
All along I've been so concerned and asked for help and everyone has said don't be silly of course, you'll make all the milk you'll need, nearly everyone can breastfeed, but I was right after all, I can't do it. I knew I wouldn't be able to.
I am 100% behind anyone's decision on how they feed their baby. I didn't need people telling me I could just formula feed and my baby would be fine. I know he would be. But to not have that choice to begin with, to have that choice taken away from me because my stupid horrible body has something that's referred to as a deformity, and is a part of my body that I've always hated for looking the way it does and is just another thing that makes me feel like less of an attractive and desirable and normal woman, it's heart breaking.
Just now I tried to express some more colostrum as was suggested, but it's much thinner than before and squirted a little so I'm now worried that actually my milk has come in but this is all it is- such a small pathetic amount that I didn't even realise it had come in.
I can't stop crying since the midwife left. She said they'll come back tomorrow to check on DS to make sure he's not getting sick, and they'll come back on Monday to weigh him and if it hasn't improved he'll need to be admitted to hospital.
I know this is long and stupid and full of self pity. I just can't stop the thoughts and feelings over what I've done to my son and what I can't do for him. I don't know why I'm posting, I just needed to tell someone.