DS was boorn 50th centile for both height and weight and I exclusively breastfed him for 6 weeks after he was born apart from 2 bottles of formula I was told to give him in hospital (we were there a week after he was born due to sepsis). In that time he fed and cried constantly 24/7 and was regularly latched 16-20 hours a day. My whole family kept telling me to give him formula because he was hungry and I stuck to my guns explaining about supply and cluster feeding and that bf was for comfort as well as milk while I slowly lost my mind from lack of sleep. Eventually he was measured and he'd grown to 91st centile for height but dropped to 9th centile for weight. My family were right - I'd been starving my poor little baby out of some misguided notion that breastfeeding was always best and I just had to push through the pain. They could see what was happening but I couldn't.
No one has been able to explain why I couldn't feed my son.
We started giving him a bit of formula and almost overnight he became such a lovely baby. He slept well, he smiled all the time and was so interested in the world around him.
That was 7 months ago and he is thriving (on formula and some pumped milk) but I can't let go of the guilt. I still have sleepless nights worrying that underfeeding him has caused brain damage and thinking that I'm the worst mum in the world for not having realised that the only reason my baby was crying all the time was because he was so hungry all the time when it was so obvious to others. I don't trust my judgement anymore.
What can I do to let go of this?