Hey ladies
First up, sympathy for sore nipples and loud nights - I am having the same issues. Amaya sleeps beautifully in the day but is really hard to settle at night. But its still early days (sort of, she is 3 and a half weeks old ;)
And one boob keeps getting chewed - I was "resting" it and expressing for a day or two but as soon as I stop, its raw again. So horrible.
Caz - I already started on the last bottle of (organic) formula but understand the mixed feelings about it. I did exactly the same as you (DH giving last bottle of expressed milk) and think its excellent for everyone. All I can say is that if you keep up the expressing, your supply will catch up. I have already started on milk-increasing herb tinctures - blessed thistle and fenugreek seed three times a day. Will let you know how that goes...
smiling - I love the name Viggo! I was just thinking last week that was a cool name. I also love the danish name Storm.
H007 - that is quite a birth story actually and you sound very sanguine about the whole thing. Hope the mastisis isn't mastisis or at least clears up quickly.
Well, I had my parents over for a week and that definitely brought me down from my post-birth high. Or maybe it was coincidental ;) Somehow it was just too much having everyone all up in my apartment, which isn't small but still felt cramped.
I love my parents dearly but they are quite hard to please and my dad seems to have no editing button for what he says to people.
And of course, tiredness makes everything seem worse.
I have a horrible scene in a department store yesterday when Amaya was crying and I was with Elodie too. So I went to the tea room in the basement and immediately latched her one (of course very discretely in one of those specially made Bf-tops).
But one old lady in the queue started tripping saying loudly (in Danish) "You may not breastfeed in here" which caused a kerfuffle as everyone else turned to look at me. And I just said "What? Says who?" because you can breastfeed in this shop and practically everywhere here in Copenhagen - they are very liberal and I am super discrete anyway. But other people were saying stuff too and I got all flustered as my Danish isn't that good and I didn't understand and I felt all victimised. But I couldn't do anything about it anyway, so I just fed her, with all these eyes on me.
Anyway, my mum, who had been upstairs shopping finally showed up and I just burst into tears and buried my head in her shoulder like a baby! And she, not knowing who said what, glared at everyone with daggers!
But when I went to the toilet to sort myself out, people came up to her and said "don't worry, just ignore that old bat" and even the waitress said of course you can breastfeed here.
But I felt like a right twat, losing my cool like that! I am 36 years old! Bloody hormones and crap Danish got the better of me...