Get read for TMI, especially those of you who have not yet gone through the joys of breastfeeding..
Nursing is HORRIFYING. No one fully prepared me for the trauma that is feeding your child.
See, 'Lo was not partially fond of the boob at first. She had minor jaundice but was SO uninterested in the sustenance from my bosom that it spiked from level 6 to 17 in two days! So, the doctor told me I needed to pump.
Awesome! I still get to give my baby girl the stuff she needs but now I can stick it in a bottle and let one of her million aunts, uncles, grandparents or sleepy daddy feed her (which they all LOVE to do)
Needless to say, this sounded like a great loophole.
A little bit of backstory, in order to breastfeed I had to go through the ardous effort of getting off all of my psych meds. This included a HIGH dosage of mood stabilizers and anxiety meds, and under the careful eye of my long time psychologist (need a psychologist? I have a great recommendation) I was able to taper of safely, still, this was not fun.
I was, however, determined, to provide my baby girl with the best I could, which meant mothers milk.
Plus, my delusional, uninformed mind longed for the tender moments between mother and babe, sweetly cuddled against me, bonding in a way that only mothers get the chance to experience.
BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!
I'm calling it ladies.
Breastfeeding is horrifying.
3am, fussy baby, won't 'latch' on but is perfectly content to gum my inflamed nipple to death. I cringe.
My mother explained it best, she recalled to me the times when she would bring her baby to her chest, and just as the baby (there are 7 of us 'babies' by the way) was about to latch on, she would pull back in terror of the oncoming pain.
Now we're going to talk about pumping...
I thought I was getting off easy, she LOVES her bottle, her appetite is increasing, she's in perfect health, daddy gets the chance to bond with her too, it's great!
ohhhh haaaaaaaaaaaa!
2 weeks into pumping and I literally look at those little suction cups of doom like they are EVIL baby
robots who I've been forced into feeding, they even make this cruel sucking sound that scares me..
Anyways, at this point, the first 2-3 mins of pumping is literally black out pain. Sometimes I SWEAR I taste blood in my mouth. Other times, I'm positive I'm about to need to lunge for the diaper filled trash can to puke. The pain is just unreal.
I'd really enjoy the post-pumping perky nipple thing is it didn't make me want to claw my skin off every time something brushes against my chest.
Oh, and let's not forget, all this pain can be the equivalent to 2 ounces of milk.
TWO OUNCES!!!!!
Kinda makes me want to kill myself.
Ladies, I leave you with this...
It is perfectly acceptable to cry over spilt milk.
I lost half an ounce this morning, and I cried, and that cry was well deserved.
Nursing is HORRIFYING. No one fully prepared me for the trauma that is feeding your child.
See, 'Lo was not partially fond of the boob at first. She had minor jaundice but was SO uninterested in the sustenance from my bosom that it spiked from level 6 to 17 in two days! So, the doctor told me I needed to pump.
Awesome! I still get to give my baby girl the stuff she needs but now I can stick it in a bottle and let one of her million aunts, uncles, grandparents or sleepy daddy feed her (which they all LOVE to do)
Needless to say, this sounded like a great loophole.
A little bit of backstory, in order to breastfeed I had to go through the ardous effort of getting off all of my psych meds. This included a HIGH dosage of mood stabilizers and anxiety meds, and under the careful eye of my long time psychologist (need a psychologist? I have a great recommendation) I was able to taper of safely, still, this was not fun.
I was, however, determined, to provide my baby girl with the best I could, which meant mothers milk.
Plus, my delusional, uninformed mind longed for the tender moments between mother and babe, sweetly cuddled against me, bonding in a way that only mothers get the chance to experience.
BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!
I'm calling it ladies.
Breastfeeding is horrifying.
3am, fussy baby, won't 'latch' on but is perfectly content to gum my inflamed nipple to death. I cringe.
My mother explained it best, she recalled to me the times when she would bring her baby to her chest, and just as the baby (there are 7 of us 'babies' by the way) was about to latch on, she would pull back in terror of the oncoming pain.
Now we're going to talk about pumping...
I thought I was getting off easy, she LOVES her bottle, her appetite is increasing, she's in perfect health, daddy gets the chance to bond with her too, it's great!
ohhhh haaaaaaaaaaaa!
2 weeks into pumping and I literally look at those little suction cups of doom like they are EVIL baby
robots who I've been forced into feeding, they even make this cruel sucking sound that scares me..
Anyways, at this point, the first 2-3 mins of pumping is literally black out pain. Sometimes I SWEAR I taste blood in my mouth. Other times, I'm positive I'm about to need to lunge for the diaper filled trash can to puke. The pain is just unreal.
I'd really enjoy the post-pumping perky nipple thing is it didn't make me want to claw my skin off every time something brushes against my chest.
Oh, and let's not forget, all this pain can be the equivalent to 2 ounces of milk.
TWO OUNCES!!!!!
Kinda makes me want to kill myself.
Ladies, I leave you with this...
It is perfectly acceptable to cry over spilt milk.
I lost half an ounce this morning, and I cried, and that cry was well deserved.
