Posts Tagged ‘breast refusal’

Hooray!

Just another quick update on what’s been going on.

The breast feeding issues seemed to have resolved themselves. I’ve been drinking more water lately and instead of feeding Khal every 3 hours like I had been, I’ve stretched him out to about 4 hourly feeds, which seem to have worked great. We are not having any of the fussiness or screaming like we were.

Thanks to all who expressed their concern over the situation. It helped a lot to know that there were people out there who were rooting for me.  🙂

A lot has been going on, which I can’t go into right now – children call – but I will endeavour to put it all down in a post very soon.

Until then, have a great Easter or whatever holiday you celebrate this time of year.

xxooxx

Jinxed

I must have jinxed myself.

The last night was back to how it has been for the last few weeks.

Even a feed this afternoon was difficult.

This truly sux. 😦

Breastfeeding Update

We’ve had two good nights.

No crying, happy to feed the night before last.

A little fussing last night, but nowhere near as bad as it has been.

And no tears from me on either occasions! Yay!

Let’s hope it prevails!

Cross your fingers for me!

Insensitive

I knew my hubby wasn’t a romantic when I married him.

And I knew that, because of his childhood and how he had to grow up, emotionally he was a little… stunted.

But I loved him anyway and I believed that the longer we were together, the easier it would be for him to let it go and start allowing his feelings rise to the surface.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the complete and absolute insensitivity he displayed last night.

I am still struggling with b/feeding my son of a night, the letdown reflex is still slow and he is still extremely frustrated with me and my body. As a result of this, for the past 5 days we ( I should say, I ) have resorted to trying to top up his night feeds with formula, Khal HATES this. The entire time I am trying to get him to drink some formula, he cries, goes bright red in the face, shakes his head from side to side and pushes away from me all in a bid not to have to swallow that horrible, awful liquid that tastes so different to what he wants and is used to. The most I’ve managed to get down his throat is about 20mls.

And, in response to him crying, I’m sobbing.

Sobbing because I am the one that is making him crying.

Sobbing because I have to put him through it.

Sobbing because of the guilt I feel because I was quite capable of feeding my daughter for two years and for some reason am unable to do the same for even a quarter of that time.

Sobbing because of the shame I feel in my body that is letting me down.

But, the reasons for why I was crying is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is I was crying.

Where was my husband?

Sitting on the other end of the couch reading a book. Completely unfazed by the entire situation, as if we weren’t even there.

And if that weren’t enough, he was actually pissed off with me because I went to bed without saying goodnight!

What a bitch I am!

On Strike

So.

After breastfeeding my son for the last 5 months problem-free, I have encountered the one thing I never thought I’d have – breast refusal. I managed to feed my daughter until she was 2 and now it seems that my son has other ideas in mind.

For the last two feeds for the day KHAL is becoming increasingly difficult to feed. He screams, cries (tears and all), pushes me away, arches his back, goes red in the face and refuses to attach for more than a few seconds before unlatching and going through the whole process all over again.

I think the problem is that by the end of the day, my let down is a lot slower than what he’d like and is getting frustrated and upset by this. I also feel empty so perhaps my supply is low by the end of the day also.

I have found that after he has attached, sucked and then unlatched after only a few seconds at the b.reast, I have to switch him to the other side for him to do that all over again. And I have to keep doing this until after a lot of fuss and anxiety he eventually attaches and feeds ok. Not great, but enough for a proper feed I guess.

I don’t really understand what is going on, and its causing me great anxiety and stress. I’ve started dreading night time feeds. Last night I even had to give KHAL to my husband while I went to my room to try to calm down. When I came back, I found him happily babbling on my husband’s knee… way to stick the boot in!

KHAL feeds normally during the day, and his feed first thing in the morning is fantastic. Obviously because my supply has been able to build up over 10 hours. With this in mind I thought that I could give him some formula on the second last feed of the day, to allow my supply to build up a little and make my letdown a bit quicker. But as he has never had formula before nor really drunken from a bottle you can imagine how that went down… clearly not very well.

I’ve tried expressing, and can only get a few teaspoons after 30 mins of pumping. Even with a hospital-grade breast pump.

I’m waiting for the breastfeeding nurse person to call me so that I can make an appointment with her to go and try to get this sorted. I’m hoping it won’t be too long.

In the meantime, do any of you have any idea’s on what I can try??

I really need some advice!

Not only is this situation stressing both me and my son out, its really starting to get me down.