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I know, I know, breast feeding is God's natural healthy way given to woman to feed their children. I am not here to dispute that. I am here however to stand up and speak for the countless mothers who didn't or couldn't breast feed.
When my husband and I found out we were pregnant with our first child, we couldn't have been happier. Well, at least after the initial shock wore off!  We were so certain that this child was going to have every opportunity we had and didn't have, and we were going to try to be the best parents we could be. Now, I grew up in a family and time here in America that just didn't really breast feed, so I was clueless. Still, we wanted the best for our baby, so we read up on every piece of information on breast feeding that we could, talked to friends that breastfed, and even had a couple "lessons" from health providers. I felt sure that I was more the prepared for this child to come out and latch on.
Well, our firstborn, Solomon, came out and while I had a little trouble with getting him to latch on, with much help of a lactation consultant we started to make progress. It was a bit frustrating and painful, but I was determined to do right by my child. Now Solomon had jaundice, but since he seemed to be getting better, and we were in the middle of a very active hurricane season, we were allowed to take him home on the condition that we brought him back. Well, we got home and were unable to put him by any windows as there was a storm going on and constant threat of tornadoes. Then I began to have trouble feeding him. He kept falling asleep after eating for only a little while. I was a little concerned but my husband just reminded me that the nurses said to let them sleep when they wanted to and that they will let us know when they are full. A day passed and I began to notice that he was looking more orange. He was also eating less. Soon every time I would try to wake him to feed him, he would scream and scream. Something in me told me this wasn't right.
The next morning we took him back to the hospital to get checked. We had told them that he wasn't eating like we thought he was supposed too. I was so scared something was seriously wrong. The nurses seemingly ignored what I had just told them and went on to take his blood and weigh him. In a matter of two days, he had dropped like 2 or 3 pounds. I was desperately trying not to cry. In spite of our obvious distress and concern, the pediatrician on duty turned around and crossly condemned me for "starving" my baby, and asked me what I was doing wrong. I was devastated. I could no longer hold back the tears. I felt like the worst mother on earth.
One of the nurses immediately cracked open a bottle of formula, without consulting us, and began to feed Solomon from a bottle with a normal nipple. Fortunately, after watching him for a few hours, we were allowed to take him home again on the condition we would bring him back every day that week. We stopped in to see the lactation consultant on the way out, but we were told that we would have to supplement with formula.
When we got home, Solomon refused to take my breast. Scared for his safety and frustrated with myself, we gave up and I began to try to pump. We had a horrible pump and it was an extremely painful experience. To make matters worse, only one of my breast would really let out any milk. Despite our best efforts, I got a bad infection in one of my breasts and had to stop pumping. I was sick for a week!
I went through so much embarrassment and condemnation after I stopped breast feeding and pumping. People assumed that I would be breast feeding, and their reactions when they realized I wasn't were openly disapproving. Thankfully, my husband was super supportive through it all, as well as both sides of the family.
When I was pregnant with my second, I was terrified of the thought of what may happen this time around. Still, I was planning on breast feeding if I could. One day, I went to a government required class on breast feeding. Once there we were required to fill out a questionnaire on our child-birthing history, as well of any breast feeding experience. The teacher looked over these answers and wouldn't you guess, chose me to use as an example of what happens when you breast feed the wrong way. I was completely humiliated! It was not constructive at all, and if anything made me more anxious.
Samuel, my second, was born a healthy 9 lbs. 1.5 oz. that September. I started to breast feed him in the hospital, but at the first sign of trouble, immediately requested some formula for him. I was not about to let the frustration, heartbreak, and pain of my last breast feeding experience take place again. I didn't think it would be fair to him or me. Not to mention, my husband enjoyed the opportunity to bond with both his sons in a way he wouldn't have been able to had I been breast feeding.
I still stand by my decision to not breast feed. Thankfully, both of my children have been extremely healthy. But my own experience has left me for an empathy for others that struggle with breast feeding, or choose not to because of lack of support and information. Healthy nutrition IS very important to a child's well-being, but so is the health and happiness of the mother.
So please, don't be so quick to condemn those who don't breast feed. And quite frankly, it's really none of your business if people do or not. And for those of you struggling, or feeling guilty, - don't. More important then food is a mother's love.
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Re: When the breast is not best....
Hi! I so agree with you - mothers have enough guilt about their choices as it is that we don't need other people condemning us. We need support - and it sounds to me like you didn't have a whole lot of support. Sadly that is often the case - we get told to breastfeed but it does not come naturally to many of us and often there is not the help we need to make it work. There are plenty of people willing to "help" but so few of them actually help. And, let's face it, breastfeeding is just one part of being a mum - and just one part of your relationship - there is so much more.
I struggled for weeks (& expressed for weeks) and went to see person after person for help - when I found the right one, finally it worked - but I was very lucky! I know for many mums it is so hard. If the help is out there, go after it, as it can make so much difference, but if it doesn't work and you tried your best, please don't feel guilty - yes, there may be a bit of sorrow that you didn't really get a choice, or there may be regret that something you wanted to do didn't work out, but don't feel guilty...
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Re: When the breast is not best....
I wanted to breastfeed my son, just like you did. I went to an extra antenatal class devoted to breastfeeding and didn't bother to read about bottle-feeding because I was sure that I was going to breastfeed. That class didn't mention that there are babies who refuse the breast.
My son was born slighty premature via caesarean and had a low body temperature and low blood sugar level. So he was whisked away to the special care nursery and I didn't see him for about 6 hours. I have type 2 diabetes, and it's not unusual for babies of diabetic mothers to have problems like those, but according to what I'd heard, he should have been brought to me within the first hour to two hours for a breastfeed. I probably wouldn't have seen him at all that day if it hadn't been for a change of shift, when the new nurse assigned to me asked me what I thought of my baby. I said I didn't know as I hadn't seen him all day. She arranged for him to be brought to me for a visit.
Because of the problems he was having, he had been given a nasogastric tube to be fed formula through. On day 2, he seemed to want to suck, so they asked if they could give him a dummy. We said yes and then they decided that meant he could have a bottle. Meanwhile, never having even tried to breastfeed, I was instructed to start expressing. Of course, I had no idea how to do this and had a midwife who helped. We only got a few mLs, but it was a start. Then I was told by some nurses to express every 4 hours and some that I should sleep through the night while I had the chance.
On day 3, they decided it would be ok for me to try to breastfeed. In the meantime, my son had already got used to the bottle. To the best of my knowledge, he latched on ok, but found he wasn't getting much of a result after the first couple of sucks and then screamed for 15 minutes until someone took him away from me. This happened every 4 hours for the next two days - when they didn't change the time on me so that they blamed me for coming to the nursery late (his feeding times were regimented so his blood sugar could be tested). We tried a feeding tube taped to my breast and all the other tricks the nurses could think of. Nothing worked. He would latch on, take a couple of unproductive sucks and scream until someone took him away to give him a bottle. Mostly he was given to my husband, and I was told to go away and express and try again in 4 hours. Because my son was in the special care nursery, and I obviously couldn't express there, I was given a Polaroid of him to help me focus on him and get the milk flowing. But expressing didn't achieve much - I think the best I did was about 20mL over 24 hours, and my son was already needing feeds of about 60mL at a time.
By day 5, I was desperate and depressed. I still have memories of sitting in the private room they took us into, trying to breastfeed again without success. I was being looked after by an agency nurse instead of one of the hospital staff nurses, and I suspect that made the difference to how she handled it. She saw the tears streaming down my face (which are threatening again now, less than a month from my son's 6th birthday) and said "You don't have to keep doing this if you don't want to. Today's formulas are very good and you know he's thriving on it." Well! I felt like I had been given permission to spend time with my son doing something that DIDN'T make him scream for the first time in 5 days.
I had a new nurse looking after me sometime in the next couple of days and she asked me about me suppressing my milk (not that much had ever really come down). I got so upset that my blood pressure skyrocketed (even though I take medication for it) and I had to lie down and talk about other things. Meanwhile, I was anxious to get back to my son, so it took ages for my blood pressure to settle again.
Even after it was known that I wouldn't be breastfeeding, the hospital were so weird about bottle feeding that they didn't tell us how to prepare the formula, recommend a brand or let us be involved when they made the formala. So when we were able to take our son home at 10 days old, we were pretty well clueless, except for one video they'd grudgingly shown us before we left. We bought formula from the chemist on the way home. We boiled the kettle and had to wait for the water to cool. It was 36 degrees that day (Christmas Eve), so it took a long while, even though we put water into one of our sterilised bottles and put the bottle into a jug filled with ice. Meanwhile, the baby was screaming away, starving.
Of course, we got the hang of it pretty quickly, and I don't regret bottle feeding at all. Our son did well on the formula, and we were both able to share the job of feeding him. For a long time, though, I was still wracked with guilt, and a close family member continually went on about how she loved breastfeeding, without ever mentioning to me that she herself had not been breastfed. I suffered from PND, and the whole breastfeeding issue contributed to it in a big way. I felt that my son didn't need me at all since anyone could prepare formula and feed him. Thankfully, time healed that wound and we developed a healthy bond.
It still irks me when I remember all the people who asked in the first few weeks and months, "Are you feeding him?" It wasn't a reference to his size, which was quite normal, but simply a way of being nosey about breastfeeding without mentioning the word "breast". Such a stupid question, I think once or twice I did actually snap, "No, I'm starving him."
Breast versus bottle is such a huge issue for so many mothers, and it's time that society stop making us feel guilty for the choices we make, and the choices that are made for us.
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Re: When the breast is not best....
Wow. Some nurses can be so insensitive! Lucky you got a nice one to make you feel a little better.
I know what you mean about the hospital being weird. I remember when I had my second son a young girl who was 16 had a baby in the bed next to me. I remember the nurse askingher if she was going to breast feed or bottle feed. And she told them I'm gong to bottle feed.
They said to her we want you to breastfeed. And they made her breastfeed. This girl was so resentful she was yelling at the baby the nurses werent helping her. One night the nurses came in and said your baby needs feeding then walked out. The baby kept crying and she stayed in bed.
Surely in this case the best interest of the child would be for the mother to bottle-feed. I dont know what happened in the end in this case, but it really annoyed me that they decided for her, without even any support.
I also feel that women who use cannabis and drink alcahol are more responsible to bottle feed rather than breast feed.
I think people just ask rude questions for the sake of something comeing out of their mouth. They don't really care how rude they are!
And I'm sure yiur little spaceman is just the same as any other child today, even though he wasnt breastfed!
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