My ds just wanted to sleep in the first 24 hours after a pretty hairy ventouse delivery at 9pm.
He latched on when he first appeared and then when transferred to a room on the ward he just slept.
Auxillary nurse who was a dead ringer for Vicky Pollard shook me awake roughly at 2am to tell me I must try and feed my ds otherwise I am risking his life. (he was 10 lbs and fast asleep).
He wouldn't latch on. Again can I add because he was asleep. Her next piece of advice was to "squish my nipple like a juicy beefburger " and ram it in his mouth.
He still wouldn't latch on. Did I mention he was fast asleep?
So she hooked me up to an electric pump to try and get some milk. She left me on the machine till 3.45 am, nearly collapsing after a 24 hour labour, nipple about 4 inches long, baby nearly falling off my lap.
Then she came in and threatened that she would have to put a spoon of formula in ds mouth if I didn't produce any milk and feed him by morning.
I put him in his plastic cot, wheeled up to the nursing station (think I remembered to put boob away) as a new midwife was coming on shift. I completely freaked out. Midwife gave me a cuddle, put me back to bed, put a do not disturb sign on the door and I heard her bollocking " Vicky" all the way up the corridor.
She wasn't allowed near me for the next 3 days...
Oh and being told that if I had suspected PND i should just pull myself together and get over it by a close male family member.
Cheers!