DS2 is 9 months old and has been EBF (aside from obviously starting solids at 6 months) since birth.
I had a miserable breastfeeding journey with DS1, who was mostly breastfed until 6 months, combi fed until 8 months, at which point I threw the towel in entirely and switched to formula. It was liberating. I was so happy to stop.
Just to say up front, I have absolutely no issue with formula. As above, DS1 was combi fed. I promised myself I wouldn’t lump pressure on myself to breastfeed DS2 and even considered just formula feeding from Day 1.
However I kept being told, different baby, different journey so felt it was only fair to at least try again. The early days feeding DS2 were really hard again. This time I decided to go straight to a lactation consultant, who also found that he had 60% tongue tie and rectified that. Without her help, we wouldn’t have got past the first week.
I struggled with latch, got painfully sore and decided to use nipple shields again (used with DS1 too) to give myself a break. Well I got lazy and just ended up using them full time as it wasn’t painful and I didn’t have to worry about latch. So we found a way to muddle through.
With DS1, we had to top him up with formula for the first few weeks as he dropped a load of weight and was readmitted to hospital. However with DS2, I managed to express enough to top him up for the first few weeks while we got established and I think it’s that reason - that we got that far without using formula - that I ended up wanting to see if we could get to the 1 year mark without using formula.
I’m not really sure why. I know I’m just making my life harder. But I have no problem with milk supply and I just felt like because I could breastfeed him, I should. And because I could express enough milk for the odd bottle, I should, instead of using formula.
But everyone says “get through the first 6-12 weeks and then it becomes so easy!”. With both babies, I’ve never felt it clicked. It’s always felt awkward. I can’t feed without my pillow so struggled to feed in public as I can’t find a comfortable position. They just get bigger and heavier and harder to feed. The nipple shields are a blessing and a curse. DS2 hit the highly distractible phase and constantly whips his head off, send the shield full of milk flying and we’re both just a soggy mess.
Since weaning, he’s not interested in milk. He’s a nightmare to feed. Totally distracted. Sometimes just totally rejects the breast for hours. I’ve been struggling with enforcement, leaking, blocked ducts etc constantly lately as my supply is reluctant to reduce itself.
I’m tired of feeling like trying to get him to feed is a battle. I can’t feed on demand because he never asks. I end up deperate for him to feed as I’m getting uncomfortably full. He still wakes twice at night and won’t settle for anything other than a feed, and I’m sure he’s reverse cycling me because he doesn’t take enough milk in the day.
All the night feeds come down to me. I’ve haven’t slept longer than 3hrs in a row in 9 months and it’s really starting to catch up on me. DH has offered to help with a bottle, but I just wake up engorged and leaking if I don’t feed and have to pump in the middle of the night, so I might as well just feed the baby.
I leak. Badly. So I can never be without a bra. Day and night. Waking up in puddles of milk, soggy breast pads, feeling smelly in the summer heat. I hate it so much. I can’t wait to sleep without a bra on.
Pumping. Urgh. I’m SO over pumping. DS2 rarely gets a bottle, maybe once a week, but even that feels like a massive faff. Time consuming, washing up all the pump parts.
Anyway, I’m rambling. I just wonder how I can possibly be 9 months into this and still feel so fed up with the whole thing. It doesn’t feel natural and easy, like anyone else who gets past the first few months seems to find it. At best I’m ambivalent about it, some days I’m truly fed up with it all.
I know some people feed past a year, and some days I think maybe I could manage to continue with a morning and bedtime feed, but honestly I don’t see it happening. I feel like I’m counting down to his first birthday at which point I’m going to dance around the room and celebrate by presenting him a giant cup of cows milk!
Before anyone says anything, I know I’ve set myself a milestone of one year and I’m making my own life more difficult by not combi feeding or whatever. I honestly don’t know why I’m sticking to it so stubbornly. I know I won’t get a medal at the end. Although, despite everything, I do feel quietly proud of myself that I have pushed through it all and got this far. Once we get to the year mark, I feel like I’ll have “done my time” and can stop knowing I did my best. Knowing he’s my last and I’ll never ever have to breast feed again helps motivate me.
Anyway, this is longer than I meant it to be. But basically I was just wondering if there was anyone else out there in the same boat - finding breastfeeding awkward/not enjoyable but continued long term anyway because it was working for baby.