Hi all, I’ve been out of the loop for a while. Erin is now 11 days old. I’ve been struggling quite a lot, mainly due to breastfeeding issues. Just about everything that could make it hard has happened so I’ve been fighting an uphill battle. At day 11 I can still only express around 15mls per boob per time maximum so it seems unlikely I’ll be able to exclusively breastfeed, despite trying my hardest. I’ve had to prioritise sleep and mental health and making sure she feeds at all over pumping which I’m sad about but I was in such a bad way when I left hospital on day 5 I think I might have had a total breakdown without the rest. I’m having a lactation consultant come for a second time tomorrow and after that will make a decision about whether to continue at all, it seems a lot of extra work for such a small amount of breast milk, with feeding her formula and pumping as well. I feel I’ll never be sure she’s getting enough, and also I feel chained to the sofa between breastfeeding, pumping and formula feeds. Husband has been doing most of the FF and has been absolutely amazing. I’m sad we didn’t get better more consistent support in the hospital early on but they pushed us hard to formula feed due to the jaundice and phototherapy.
I don’t feel I’ve really had the baby blues, it seems such a reductive term. The experience in hospital was so horrible and the anxiety of her being unwell and wanting to get home and then trying to find your feet on your own - who the hell wouldn’t expect to be all over the place and down? I have definitely bonded with her but it’s not like how I imagined, my first emotion wasn’t love but intense overwhelm and perhaps relief as I was crying and terrified during the C Section. I was so worried about her in the hospital and scared to end up back there that I’ve found it very hard to relax and enjoy it so far, constantly having no idea if she’s feeding enough, sleeping too much etc.
I already look back on how I thought the baby would slot into my life and how I’d want to get back to work ASAP and can’t quite believe how ridiculous I must have sounded. I can’t imagine leaving the house for 2 hours or not living with my tits hanging out let along working all day. I really hope I get some confidence soon and thank my lucky stars that DH is freelance and saved up so we can do this together for as long as possible. I’d be terrified if he was going back to work in a few days.
I’m also finding the physical transformation really strange, I had horrendous swelling post op and to see my ankles again and to wear some of my old shoes is so strange. My tummy is smaller every day too, albeit absolutely covered in stretch marks. I couldn’t see how bad they were under my bellybutton due to the bump and no mirrors in hospital. I don’t know if there’s anything OK to put on it whilst the C section heals.
I’m glad to know I’m not the only one struggling with BF but sad there’s no way we can really help each other practically with a magic milk wand.
Anyway here’s a photo of Erin, not sure I posted one before. She’s being weighed on Wednesday so we’ll see how she’s doing then. As we are topping up so much it won’t really tell us much though.