I had my first child in 2020 during lockdown and all of the restrictions. I really really struggled. I desperately wanted to breastfeed and even though I'd read as many books as I could and even took an online course, I felt I needed support and unfortunately didn't recieve it. I tried lactation consultant's etc but no one could see me in person, every midwife told me the latch was perfect (which was infuriating as I was in absolute agony every feed). The wait to see a tongue tie specialist was 8 weeks long and midwives were concerned about my son so we ended up supplementing and I was put on a pumping schedule to try and get my supply up. We were triple feeding, my son had colic and cried ALL the time and I really struggled mentally. After my husband went back to work it was just impossible to keep up with pumping and sterilising bottles and attempting to breastfeed. I ended up hallucinating from sleep deprivation and I think looking back now I may have suffered from post natal depression without realising that's what it was maybe. I was really low and felt very isolated and that I had failed. I grieved that I wasn't able to breastfeed for a long time. I thought I had come to terms with it and was I'm a better place about it all but realise now maybe I hadn't.
I'm now pregnant with my 2nd baby, due November. I've gone back and forth in my mind about whether trying to breastfeed again would be a good idea or not for me mentally. I've decided I am going to try again, but this time without all the pressure on myself. My friend just had her first baby 3 days ago and is not struggling at all. Her baby is feeding well, is happy and settled and she's well and truly in a newborn baby bubble. Of course, I'm so happy for her she deserves it so much and I'm glad she hasn't struggled. But I can't help but feel jealous and sad that I didn't get that. It's really triggered me and I'm now very fearful of my daughters arrival. I just can't get my head round how she can be finding it so easy when I was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I feel like such a failure and that I can't be a good mum because I struggled SO much.
Has anyone had a bad experience with their first and a much better one with their second? And if you did what did you do differently to ensure that? How do you still keep your first child content? Has anyone used the mental health services on the NHS and found it worthwhile? I have had counselling privately in the past and found it very very helpful, but just don't have the funds for that at the moment. Any advice, support or kind words are welcome!