I’m feeling like a dairy cow. Nurse. Pump. Repeat. Moo.
I knew that breastfeeding came with challenges, but seriously can I get a break here breastfeeding goddesses? Logan is a typical pre-term eater, which means he basically sucks at it. Sorry son, you are super cute but you are a horrible feeder. I got some really crap advice early on and introduced the bottle way too quickly. They (the bad advice givers) were super concerned about weight (hello, babies lose weight right after birth – this is NORMAL) and caused me to be a super paranoid/stressed out/obsessive/anxious mom in those first few weeks (ok, I’m still those things but I’m getting better). Enter the bottle and pumping round the clock and nipple confusion and a sleep deprived dairy cow.
After buying out the entire section of Medela pump and bottle parts at Babies R Us, I hook myself up to the pump (aka torture device) 8 times a day to get milked. I thought I had accepted this new, hopefully temporary, pumping life of mine until I came down with a horrible case of mastitis a week ago. In terms of pain and suffering, it ranks right up there with child birth. After more crap advice (that I didn’t take this time) and a few antibiotics later, I’m feeling so much better. I’m working with a lactation consultant and we’re hoping that my oh so cute child will soon get the hang of exclusively nursing so I can burn my pump parts. I just keep reminding myself of all of the awesome benefits of breastmilk and that keeps me pumping…and moo’ing.
Logan is 4 weeks and 5 days old
