A new mom, heading uncharted waters
Before the birth of my first son, I had many questions and worries. How will the labour go? When will I know to go to the hospital? What do I need to bring with me? How painful will it be? What would the recovery be like? …etc. These questions rattled my brain weeks leading up to my due date. So, I prepared, asked questions and packed my bag. The one question that didn’t come up was breastfeeding problems, nope, not once.
Soon, the day came. I was nervous but prepared. We went to the hospital and within 12 hours, my son Cooper was born. The birthing process was not nearly as traumatic as I thought it would be…it had all gone pretty smoothly with the aid of an epidural mid way through. What followed though was no walk in the park…in fact, it was a place that I never thought I’d be.
Breastfeeding? why, of course!…is it hard?
Before, during and even after my pregnancy, one question never came to mind…will I be able to breastfeed? Will I encounter breastfeeding problems. Well, of course I can! That’s what mothers do! Our bodies are designed to carry babies and nurture them afterward. It’s powerful, it’s adaptable, and it’s a wonder of nature… so says every book and everyone I’ve ever encountered.
And of course, why wouldn’t you breastfeed your child? It’s nature’s prefect formula for growing a healthy, happy baby. It has all the nutrients and antibodies they’ll need, personalized to the needs of each child as he/she grows and it’s free, flowing out on demand! Not to mention the emotional benefits of breastfeeding your child. It’s a peaceful time to bond, a moment between mother and child that will help to build that lifetime connection.
I bought into this narrative wholeheartedly to the point that I did not buy a single bottle or consider the need for an expensive breast pump. I assumed my body would go through this natural, beautiful experience with ease. After all, I am a healthy person with healthy habits. My baby was born naturally and without problems. We are made to do this!
Looking back now, I don’t think I cared during those initial hours and days that my breastfeeding story would not go according to plan. I was too busy learning the right way to hold an infant to feed, the different positions of breastfeeding, knowing whether he was latching correctly, watching for his hunger cues. All the while dealing with the unrelenting pain of actually breastfeeding. Never did I expect any pain…so much so that it felt worst than being in labour because it felt like it was endless.
Learn to listen to those breastfeeding cues
On top of that, my baby hardly slept and when he was awake, he cried non-stop until I nursed him. I was frazzled and exhausted so I sought help. I asked nurses at the hospital, I went to lactation consultants. The general message was that I was doing it right, but it’s a learning curve and if I persisted, we will settle into a good, mutually beneficial routine.
“Don’t worry,” They said, “The milk will be enough to suit his growing need as long as you supply his demand.”
The weeks and months followed felt like a self-imposed prison sentence. I was feeding on-demand, which was every 2-3 hours. Each feeding took about 1 hour and I would pump after to try to increase my milk supply. (Which was a whole other type of torture) My whole 24hour day was consumed with breastfeeding problems and I was consumed with increasing my supply.
And no matter how long I nursed him, my baby never seemed satisfied. He never slept longer than a couple of hours and he was cranky during the hours he that was awake. He latched well, sucked vigorously and was slowly gaining weight so I thought that it was working. So why wasn’t I enjoying this? Why was it still painful? Why did he still cry so much, especially at night? Why wasn’t my milk flowing out by now?
Accepting help to avoid struggling
When my husband finally suggested that we start to supplement with formula, I was devastated. I reluctantly agreed but strictly controlled the amount. My fear was that he would demand less of my breast milk if he was loaded on formula. Less demand, less supply… That was the logic in my head. Instead of listening to my body, to my baby’s hunger cues, I was listening to my voice in my head that told me to persist – Persist and you will succeed…
I persisted for 6 months, going through the motions and keeping up with the schedules. While increasing the bottle feedings as it became apparent that he needed more than I can produce. Until one day, he stopped demanding (likely because I had no more milk to give).
Do what works for you!
The benefit of hindsight is that it allows you to see the full picture. And the benefit of passing time is that it allows you to detach emotions and hormones from the situation. The situation was simple – I never produced enough milk to satisfy the needs of my baby. The level of effort did not equal the level of result. And that is OKAY!
That. Is. Okay. It’s not a reflection of you as a mother; it doesn’t mean your baby will be disadvantaged. It’s simply biology.
Had I accepted this fact during my breastfeeding saga and supplemented more, would I have enjoyed the process? Perhaps. Would my baby have cried less? Probably. But one thing is for sure, my baby and I would have slept more…and that in itself would have made those infant months more pleasant.
Now, as I await the arrival of my second son, I know that my body will do its best to nourish and provide (as it is already doing). But if it runs into breastfeeding problems and obstacles, I have man-made solutions that are also perfectly sound. Do what works for you and your baby and forget about what should and could be. In the end the best thing you can give to your new baby and yourself is a calm and stress-free start to life, however that is achieved.