Hi everyone.
Sorry for what may be a super self indulgent post. My DD is 7 weeks old today. I have a DS who is almost 3. These last 7 weeks have felt like the worst 7 weeks in my life.
I had a csection this time round recommended as I had a 4th degree tear with my son.
The csection wasn’t as plain sailing as id hoped. It left me really internally bruised but apart from a little infection I have healed generally well.
The first two days went ok but then day 3 my milk started coming in. Feeds became increasingly more painful, my nipples cracked and scabbed and began to bleed. This is when the problems really started. Long story short after doing the same first time round with my son gave in and gave her formula after a week. Everytime I looked at her I wanted to scream I dreaded her waking up or needing me. I thought I could have a day or two off the breast heal my nipples and then I could work back in a few breastfeeds and combifeed. Of course I was wrong, my supply dropped dramatically, she would latch scream and pull of repeatedly until I would give her a bottle. I tried expressing but with a toddler to look after I couldn’t get in enough pumps and my supply now when I try to pump (only twice a day 😞) is less than a half an ounce. I know that means I should let it go, it’s my fault and I should just leave it.
Everytime I think I can these feelings of failure creep in, I feel worthless and totally inadequate to other mums who manage it. I am scared to try and make friends with other mums because they will judge me. I took my toddler out for the day with my baby and we had to leave soft play because I was crying about feeding my baby formula. I am normally a strong character. When my mum died 4 years ago I barely cried infront of anyone, 2 weeks later I got married so I had to ‘get over it’ and I have put on that face ever since. But now I can’t control the emotions. They come over me at the worst times and I just cry. My toddler thinks it’s becasue I don’t love him anymore.
I dread leaving the house, everyday I wake up I begin to wander if I even want to wake up anymore.
But I do manage to get out and I try everyday to pull myself together.
I don’t know if it’s something more or whether I need to get over myself, accept I messed up and I can’t change it and start being a good mum to both of my children who quite frankly deserve better.
Once again sorry for the self indulgent post I just needed to let it out.