Still working on our birth story, but let’s talk about something equally as fun when it comes to motherhood – breastfeeding. It’s not for everyone, but some of us decide to tackle it because it’s a pretty cost-effective option for feeding your baby.
When it came to feeding our little one, I assumed that I would naturally just decided to attempt breastfeeding. I’ve got boobs, so why not? Little did I know that I was in for quite the experience on my breastfeeding journey.
Breastfeeding Woe: Breast Aversion?
Upon Delilah’s arrival, we were faced with a few setbacks in our breastfeeding journey. When you’re faced with a large baby and not producing much milk, things go downhill fast. We were forced to supplement with formula due to her blood sugar levels being low. The only way we were going to get out of the hospital in time we needed to get those blood sugar numbers up.
Without hesitation, my goal was to make sure that I did whatever I could to get my sweet girl home. The formula was introduced along with the disposable nipple that goes along with it. In between those formula feedings, we met two different lactation consultants to figure out latching and breastfeeding holds. With each meeting, we were told that it would get easier when my milk came in.
I had no idea what I had waiting for me when my milk came in….
Breastfeeding Woe: Mastitis On Deck
When my milk came in, IT CAME IN. It came in full force and I woke up with two very large and hard cantaloupes sitting on my chest. My first pump netted nearly 15 ounces of liquid gold and I was ready to feed my baby girl. We started trying to latch and she just wasn’t having it. It was discouraging, but my body was producing more than enough milk to completely remove her from the formula. Now it would just take some reaching out to resources (lactation consultants) to figure out what we needed to do.
With baby not latching and my milk coming in hot, I faced the dreaded mastitis. It started with chills and my husband recognizing that I had a fever of 102.6. This quickly turned into a phone call to my OBGYN to figure out what our course of action was. With antibiotics on deck, this past week has been a constant battle of chills, fevers, and rest. David stepped up and cared for our sweet girl as I did my best to just get the rest my body needed.
I’m slowly bouncing back into shape, thanks to the antibiotics and rest. The breasts are still the size of cantaloupes, but my milk supply is being managed in a better way that I’m not so engorged anymore.
Next on the agenda, figuring out this breastfeeding situation.