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The Baby Feeding Series with Mumatron

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Hello and welcome back to another instalment of The Baby Feeding Series, that features real stories from real parents who have experienced how hard and baffling feeding your baby can be. I want this series to be a place where parents can share their own experiences in the hopes that other parents who are struggling can feel less alone. Being a parent is the hardest job in the world but it's one of the most rewarding jobs too and so I want to share their stories.


Last week we had the lovely Sherene from Mama's Doody who kindly offered to share her breastfeeding experience, which wasn't the easiest journey. But it was so lovely to see that it became the experience that she wanted in the end. This week I would like to introduce Helen who blogs over at The Mumatron Blog. I was so happy when Helen got in touch about taking part in our series and I was very interested in getting to know about her feeding journey with her son. Helen used a combination of breast and bottle for her son before exclusively bottle feeding, but having a reflux was by far not the easiest for Helen and so without further ado, I'd like to hand it over to the lovely Helen...
 
Our Feeding Story
 

When I think about those early days it seems so long ago. Within minutes of getting into our room at the hospital, Chops was latched on. He was feeding well. I remember that overwhelming feeling of relief. There's definitely a worry surrounding breast feeding. A lot of the conversations I had with the midwife started with 'If I can'. Knowing both my sisters had decided to bottle feed I was determined not to.

The first few hours were fine. He fed, slept, pooped then did it all again. When the night came something changed. Up to that point I'd felt empowered and in complete control. Over night it became apparent that I was not going to be able to feed this baby as much as he needed. I sat on the edge of the bed in the hospital. My body was sore all over from my emergency c-section. My back ached as I tried to stay sat up. He cried, and cried and cried.
 
Failing

Eventually a midwife came in and saw the state of me. They could hear him crying from outside and she came to check on me. I burst into tears. As she said 'Do you want me to give him some formula? He's hungry love.' I felt like a failure. That initial rush of providing for my baby disappeared . At that moment I no longer cared. He was hungry, she had food and I didn't. No sooner had he taken 20 ml of formula out of a cup, he slept. I slept. For the first time in over 36 hours.

I didn't give over to the formula straight away. In hind sight the midwife who talked to me the next day and said that now he'd felt full for the first time I'd find it harder was right. Explaining that in a few days my supply would be there and he'd feel full she wanted me to succeed. I kept going. This blind perseverance would lead to blistered bleeding nipples and painful feeding. Expressing colostrum into a syringe is possibly the most desperate thing I've done. Knowing these syringes were filling up with vital nutrients kept me believing it was the best thing I could do. Seeing that they were only 1ml each in volume continued to leave me disheartened. Over and over I asked for advice of his latch because it hurt. His latch was fine, the strength of his suction was causing the pain and blisters.
 
Coming home

Finally allowed to come home, I thought everything would get better. I agreed to cup feeding so as not to cause confusion. Cup feeding was soul destroying. Using a little cup with a lip, we poured the milk into his mouth incredibly slowly. At times he lapped it up like a cat. He would drink it and throw it back up. I almost felt like we were force feeding him. It was horrible. With each cup that went down more and more tears flowed. The cries got louder. It felt impossible, more milk came back than went down. That was the final straw.

In order to feel sane we decided to go forward with the formula. We purchased bottles and power . Sterilizing and setting up took no time at all. Feeding became calmer and an enjoyable experience for all of us.
 
Combi feeding

There were times when he would root for milk. It's a natural reflex for babies so I wasn't surprised. I knew that I was producing more milk now. With nothing to lose I tried again. This time around I had far more success. There was more milk to satisfy his hunger and my blisters were healing. I continued to combi feed for about 6 weeks. While buying the bottles we bought a prep machine, an breast pump and storage lids. Expressing felt like a fruitless ritual. I'd sit pumping for half an hour for 20 ml. Appointments with the midwife came and went. Each time I'd tell her I was still combi feeding, she'd tell me to up the boob feeds. I felt exhausted keeping track of feeds alone. 15 minutes breast. 40ml formula. But that was a small price to pay for knowing I hadn't given up. It broke my heart

Eventually it became apparent that Chops knew he could get his milk quicker from a bottle and he started to fuss about latching. Stopping breast feeding I felt like total failure. I couldn't see that in fact, it wasn't what was best for him. It was satisfying my needs more than his.

From around 6 weeks he was exclusively bottle fed. I struggled with feeling like I had given up. Soon enough it was like second nature.

Today he's a happy, healthy one year old. I feel judged for bottle feeding him but I'm sure if it wasn't that, it would be something else. In the future I want to exclusively breast feed. I'll try again. I feel more prepared having had this experience. A girl I know recently let on that she wasn't even going to try, I think attitudes like that tar all bottle feeders with the same brush. Although as long as baby's fed it doesn't matter does it? When you see the mother with the bottle, remember that it might be breaking her heart.
 
 
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About Helen

A mother to one year old Hugo, nicknamed Chops. Helen first embarked in the wonderful world of blogging when she was disgusted with the state of some of the changing facilities and so she began to review them. From that moment on she has enjoyed writing so much that she expanded into other parts in her life and so The Mumatron Blog was born.
 
 
Remember you can find Helen over at The Mumatron Blog
 
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