Here's my story:
My son was born on his due date via c-section after 17.5 hours of a failed induction. This was not what I had planned in terms of how I wanted my first childbirth experience to go. I knew that even if I couldn't have a natural birth, I was going to breastfeed.
Before and after the c-section various medical professionals asked if I was going to breastfeed, my response was an enthusiastic, "Yes!". I knew this was written in my chart and marked on my baby's bracelet. However, after the c-section no one came to show me how to latch him on. So, I sat with my new baby, numb from the waist down and waited...
They took the baby to the nursery to get cleaned up. They said I could try to latch him on when he returned. Well, at 2 AM my perfect little boy returned, I asked the nurse if she could help me. She never returned.
The shift changed. I asked the new nurse if she could help me. She said she would put me on the list to be seen by a lactation consultant (LC). Mind you, now almost 12 hours had gone by since my little one was born and he hadn't been latched on.
Finally, my husband got angry because time was passing, our little one wasn't being fed and we were getting anxious. Around 3PM, the first LC came in and gave me a lecture about how new babies don't need to eat, I wasn't making milk yet anyway, and I should be doing skin-to-skin. This was the first time I had heard about skin-to-skin. So, she puts him on my chest and we sat. Time kept passing and no one was helping me. So, out of desperation we gave our little one a bottle.
The next morning, another LC came in and yelled at me for giving our LO a bottle. Once again, never showing me how to get him to latch on, she put him on my chest and we sat. Around 11 AM, I heard an announcement over the speaker that there was going to be a breastfeeding class. My husband encouraged me to go. However, this meant I had to walk to another wing of the hospital, on my own, pushing my baby, after just having a c-section. I was determined to breastfeed so, I went.
At that class, I met my angel, an LC named Graham, who got it! She understood my concern, my frustration, and provided me with the encouragement I needed. She spend two hours with me, working on getting my perfect little one to latch on. I wasn't easy but, we got it. She provided me with a feeding plan and a pump to help bring in my milk since I still had a few days in the hospital. She taught me how to use a nipple shield to get my little one to latch on better. This was exactly what I needed!
Needless to say, it was smooth sailing after that. My little one gained weight. Eats like a champ. I couldn't love breastfeeding any more. It is not always easy. In fact, it is one of the greatest challenges I've ever had but, I know that any amount of breastmilk I can give my son is better than none. I take each feeding one by one. I get encouragement from my husband (my biggest cheerleader), my cousin (a seasoned bfing mom), and the internet community. Breastfeeding has allowed me to bond with my little one in an unimaginable way and I wouldn't give it up for anything. I am a proud breastfeeding momma!
Right now, my son is 2.5 months old and thriving! I've fed him in the store, the park, and the car. I pump occasionally using a double electric pump so, my husband can give my son a bottle every now and then. At his two month check up he had gained around four pounds since birth. He is happy and healthy! I couldn't be more in love!
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