This may be long, I'm sorry. I need an outlet to just put down my feelings because I'm really struggling to let go of my upset over my unsuccessful BF journey. I'd really appreciate any words of wisdom or help with getting past this. To go back to the start, I have 3 children, a 12 year old dd, 9 yo ds and my 3rd was born in June of this year. I FF my eldest 2 and didn't attempt BF. At the time I was young and just didn't want to. With my 3rd I said all the way through pregnancy that I was going to try it, but I wouldn't do it to the detriment of my mental health.
My baby was born 3 weeks early, before I had a chance to read the BF books I'd bought as I really wanted to educate myself. She was born via emergency c-section, all went well until we were back on the ward and the midwives tried putting her to the breast. She wasn't interested and it soon became obvious that she was in respiratory distress and she was rushed off to SCBU. I wasn't able to go up to see her until the following day so we spend the first 24 hours apart which was just... awful.
Day 2, and she was improving really well. They suspected sepsis so they had to wait for her blood tests to come back so she stayed in special care. In the afternoon they let me try to put her back to the breast and after a few attempts she latched and she did so SO well. At this point I was just euphoric. I knew that this is something I wanted to do and felt so proud of us. The only issue was that I was in a lot of pain post c-section (the ward was very busy and they weren't keeping me topped up with meds) and so I had to keep walking back and forth between special care, my ward for food, and just to lie down and rest. They told me that they'd call me when baby was hungry, which they did, roughly every 3 hours.
Day 3 they released her from SCBU and we were put in the low dependancy nursery. The nurses there told me that her blood sugars were really low and so they had to put a feeding tube in and top her up with formula. I carried on putting her to the breast but she was such a sleepy eater. She would suckle for a few moments then fall asleep, so I'd be told I can go back and get some sleep and they'd call me back when she woke up again. This was the routine for the next couple of days. I was also pumping every couple of hours to try and help my milk come in.
In total we were in special care (in a flat on the ward) for 8 days. Most of this time was spent trying to successfully BF. By day 6 they noticed that she was very jaundice and this may be what had caused her to be so sleepy when eating. She also dropped 14% off her birth weight. in the end they suggested that I top her up with formula to increase her weight, help the jaundice. After this we never really went back. She just wouldn't go back to the breast. I was also broken, mentally and physically, 8 days in hospital, not seeing my other 2 children, not having sufficient pain relief. For 8 days I got up every 3 hrs to go and feed, which would sometimes take 50 minutes, then pump for 20 minutes, then back to bed for 1.5hr before doing it over again. I was just so tired and feel like I stopped trying, stopped persevering because of this.
Looking back, I wonder if it had been different if they let me have her on me all the time, so I could feed on demand instead of calling me every 3 hours... would this have helped my supply come in quicker?. Would she have been more interested in nursing if they hadn't topped her up with formula via the tube so quickly? I've read since that a SNS would have been better, as she would've had the milk while also keeping at the breast and stimulating my supply. The nurses were lovely, but every day and night there was someone different, with different advice, different techniques and it was just confusing and overwhelming and we never found our own way.
Three months down the line and my baby is happy on formula. But I hated it. I resented washing bottles, buying expensive tubs, sterilising, the reflux, figuring out how to make bottles while out and about. I hated and still do hate it all. I made the decision to try and relactate and hired a Medela symphony pump. I pumped every 2 hrs for 2 minutes for 4 weeks and finally got some milk back to the point that I could feed her some from a teaspoon. I was really proud of myself once again but it was killing me. I was constantly attached the pump, I couldn't go anywhere, and ultimately I realised that it would just take too much from me to continue the journey no matter how much I wanted it. So I quit, again.
We are now at 4.5 months and I'm still so upset about it all. I still cry sometimes. I've had to block and delete so many people off social media, and avoid websites because people post so many BF pictures now it just stings. I feel like I've lost something that I didn't even know I wanted so badly and I'm struggling to let it go. This is my last baby too so I know I will never have this experience again. It's just heartbreaking.
Has anyone been through this before? Are my feelings extreme or normal? Does it get easier?