Tiktok, It isn't ideology to want to B/f but the HVs, MWs and doctors daren't suggest formula - that's what I meant.
It's like a conspiracy of silence which made me think that to suggest formula was something shocking.
I had one very jolly hockey sticks type HV (nursed in the 'colonies' as she put it) who came to see me before the birth and said on no account buy any formula or equipment, B/Fing was a doddle, in fact, she'd heard cased of women giving birth alone, being unconscious (dead?) at the end and the baby crawling up her baby and finding the breast and having a "jolly good feed".
No really!
Then afterwards, the po faced MW who looked on in horror and said nothing each time she weighed my rapidly diminshing baby.
I had a shit time in hospital. Didn't see anyone after the birth or the next day (except a nice lady who wanted to take photographs - for a price!)I just sat there in blood stained sheets and wondered what to do. I know that sounds thick but I did my nurse training in the early 1980s and it was all bed baths and clean sheets. (not that I wanted a bed bath but just someone telling me what I could and couldn't so would have been good). No one came anywhere near. I asked a student MW for some clean sheets and eventually I showed the poor thing how to make a hospital bed (she didn't know that they go up and down etc..) I don't blame her or anyone personally, teachings getting like that, you spend most of your time engaged in things that aren't teaching. I guess nursing is going the same way.
This went on for two days, they didn't have time to discharge me! My dad and husband had to plead with them at the nurses station to let us go. THEN they decided to stick pins in my little ones heel and proclaimed his blood sugar was low (it wasn't) - they did this 7 times. Then they tried to squeeze my boobs until they were bruised (funny enough nothing came out)then they said there's some cow and gate in the fridge and here's a syringe - so I formula fed with that for a night and the blood sugar went up. Then I cried because they still wouldn't discharge me. Then my dad and husband camped at the nursing station for two hours and eventually they sent a little girl who did her speaking and listening presentation in front of me. (Complete with rhetorical question "have you thought about contraception...she didn't wait for an answer before launching into "Sahll I say 'undecided'?" and "I'll put 'both' for feeding shall I?" I would have said yes to strychnine for feeding by then, just wanted to get out of the godforsaken place...
Funny enough, after all that. I couldn't breast feed. Althought I did try everything from pumps to fenegreek, skin to skin, imodium you name it... But I reckon my body gave up with the shock of modern nursing 'care'!
Sorry, I do sound a bitter old cow and I'm not really but this was a big upset.
Oh did i mention that when I got home, I noticed that baby's DOB on notes was two days earlier than it was. Which MAY have explained the decision they made to formula. I think my milk just hadn't come in yet and then it decided not to bother. Straight after the birth (again left alone for two hours in the delivery room WHAT'S HAPPENING? I kept saying) He latched on and had a good feed of the colostrum but after two days hospital care, I could produce hardly ANYTHING.
Sorry, sorry, Sorry to rant. But at least I've got it off my chest!
Baby boy is two in June and A OK . Despite giving me a swine flu scare on Sunday high temp and sick, better and scoffing biscuits in two hours...his immunity is quite amazing for a poor formula fed kid!