It looks like I'm joining this thread awful late, but I have been mourning my loss of the breastfeeding experience ever since DS was 2 days old.
DS was born 15 days late at home with a cleft lip & palate that was not diagnosed prior to birth. I tried to nurse right away, but he just screamed. He seemed to get a little bit of milk, but was pretty upset. He didn't really seem like he wanted to nurse either. There was no rooting that I noticed.
When he was a day old, the pediatrician came to the house to check out the cleft. My mom (midwife) didn't really know anything about clefts, as most people who haven't dealt directly with them don't, so the ped came to take a look. She said that from the looks of it, she didn't see how DS could adequately breastfeed. I was having tremendous trouble with it as it was.
I got a pump to get him some food using special cleft nursers, and continued to try nursing every now and then. Every time I tried to nurse, DS screamed his head off. After that 2nd day, I pretty much gave up. My mom kept trying to encourage me to try. She thought that I could be successful, but I felt that she was adding more pressure than I needed. We moved across country when DS was ten days old, and between the move, dealing with just having a baby, and the cleft, I don't know if I really had it in me to continue trying. Every time I attempted to put DS to the breast, he screamed. He screamed when he was 3 months old, he screamed when he was 3 days old, and he's still screaming at 8 months. I still sometimes wonder though if I didn't try hard enough.
I've been pumping for the last 8 months with no problem. DS is a little baby just because of our genes, not to mention the surgeries, so his growth spurts had been relatively easy to deal with. Especially since initially I had so much milk. I decreased my supply when he was 4 months old b/c I ran out of space in my freezer, but I'm paying for it now that he's older. He's not on solids hardly at all & his growth spurts have depleated my freezer supply completely. Four times recently I've given him formula at night to go to sleep. In his first 3 months, I added formula to the breast milk to increase the calories so he could gain adequate weight for his first surgery (which we accomplished, but barely), so I knew that he didn't have a problem with it, but I've been feeling guilty about giving him the formula anyway. I've increased my supply again, but it's not enough to get much ahead of him, and when I do he just goes through another growth spurt and eats up everything I'd saved anyway.
At any rate, I'm grateful to see this thread because I really really really mourn that I couldn't nurse. Being able to pump is good because I can feed him my breastmilk, but it's not the same. I see women in my playgroup breastfeed under blankets and wonder what the hell they're hiding. If I'd been able to nurse, I'd have been brazen about it. As it is, I too feel as Abalee said:
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| It was so hard for me to accept that I'd be a bottle-wielding mama - and I am still sensitive to it when we are out and I have to pull out a bottle. I'd give a lot to be able to pull out my breast instead, |
I almost feel like I'd like to have another child in order to be able to nurse, but I wonder what sort of feelings another pregnancy would bring up (not that I'm anywhere ready for another). I feel like my body failed me because of the cleft and though I know my chances of having another cleft-affected child are slim, I think that I would feel pressure to do it "right" the second time around.
So that's my story. Sorry for babbling on & on.