3 Weeks of Abram
WEEK 1 & 2:
If you couldn't tell by my last paragraph, I have not had the easiest time adjusting to life as a family of 4. After delivery I had some recovering to do, and had lots of trouble getting our little guy to latch on and breastfeed. We decided to stay 2 days in the hospital to work with the lactation consultant more.
We thought we had gotten it all under control, but the first night we were home Abram screamed the ENTIRE night. The next day we realized he was always hungry and had stopped having any type of dirty diapers {every mother's worst fear when worried about not supplying enough milk}. After finding out that he continued to lose weight we decided to supplement formula along with feeding and pumping...I cried about this every day for most of the day.
Then after severe engorgement, no supply still, an ob visit, an infection, a visit with the lactation consultant, lots of warm showers, massaging, ice packs, a little bit of cabbage {that stuff is crazy}, trying to feed him while he screamed bc nothing was coming out, skin to skin, and pumping every 2 hours for a week... I finally started to produce a little. Could I finally stop worrying!? Nope! Within three days of continuing to do all of that on top of taking herbs, my supply was gone!
I cried and beat myself up for days {I still do on occasion} at the thought of not being able to provide nutrients for my child, and HAVING to give him formula exclusively. That is not the way it was supposed to be...the way I had read about in books...the way I had planned! My body just wasn't ready this time around. My OB gave me orders to stop trying {along with my lactation consultant and pediatrician} before I did more harm than good. That is when I realized that the WHOLE first week and a half of my child's life was consumed with breast feeding, and I was missing out on my time with him.
It is a good thing my doc ordered me to stop trying to breastfeed/pump because that night I ended up spending 5 hours in the ER with minor complications from the delivery. Again, my body was just not recovering as well as I would have liked...all of my systems were out of wack. The next few days I just took it easy and tried to recover while FINALLY starting to bond with my baby over a bottle of formula, a kiss, a cuddle, and a little bit of dancing to music. He was being fed and was happy. By his two week appointment he was back up to his birth weight! He turned two weeks on Thanksgiving Day!