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Originally Posted by BlueIrises 
Daniel-that's exactly what has kept me going so far is the goal...when I first gave birth I said 4-6 months b/c we are going to be doing another medicated cycle to get PG again over the summer and the hormone injections and BF don't mix...a few weeks back when I had my first bout w/thrush I said 6 weeks, hoping his growth would have helped out, @ exactly 6 weeks I got hit with 2 plugged ducts and a rip-roaring case of thrush again...so now I am holding onto 8w...crossing my fingers...
I give you alot of credit for doing it so long under such pain...how did your spouse deal with your pain & BF? Mine says it is so difficult to watch me in such pain and he thinks I should allow myself to quit guilt-free...but I find that so hard to do...Also, did you find the pain interupted w/your expected bonding experience w/your baby or what you thought BF would be btwn the two of you?
Thanks for sharing!
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Oh, wow...you sound like you've had an unbelieveable set of challenges. I will be praying for an 8w success!
DH really struggled with understanding why I persisted. He would find me, poring over the BF books about latch and all the stuff they say about BM being best, and how a proper latch is easy to get, and it shouldn't hurt, and I would be literally sobbing onto the pages and he just wanted me to feel okay. He encouraged me, but he also kept telling me that quitting was just as healthy a decision, and in my most challenging times, he would really ... what's the right way to describe? ... not push, or coerce, but he would suggest that it wasn't worth the misery to continue, that I would be happier and so would Henry, if we switched over to formula.
I would dread each feeding, and absolutely, I struggled with bonding with Henry - I vacillated between wanting to feed him and wanting to simply push him off the breast and scream the whole time he nursed. I yearned and longed to be one of those placid, feminine women in the pictures, beaming down matronly at their beloved infant, and instead, I cried - sometimes silently, sometimes out loud - held pens between my teeth to clench (and often break) when he began sucking, bleeding and torn and hating every single minute of it, but feeling absolutely dedicated and committed to making. it. work. no. matter. what. I felt as if I had been a colossal failure at the very first thing asked of me as a mom, and that completely destroyed and confidence I had in my mothering and parenting abilities. If I couldn't complete a simple biological process, how could I expect to raise this child as he deserved?
Even after establishing a harmonious BFing relationship with him for as long as we did, I still experience anxiety and panic almost every time I feed Benton. I didn't realize the connection until I started being conscious of the anxiety episodes I was having, and they all came right at the second I put Ben to the breast...I'm convinced it's leftover anxiety from that period of time that was so emotionally draining.
I hope that you find peace and rest and comfort as you struggle, please feel free to PM me if you want to talk more about anything that you don't feel comfortable about here, or just keep posting and I'll respond! As inPC as it might be to say, I would never judge you for using formula, so if you end up there and you need a shoulder to cry on, please feel free to use me for that. I remember giving him bottles of formula because I couldn't pump enough, and the tragedy of seeing that nasty, replacement milk flow into his mouth made me feel hatred for myself and disgust and hatred for the chemicals being poured into his body. It was impossible to feel even the slightest hint of positivity at the thought of him drinking formula, but I'm able to have a different perspective now, especially when there are so many other mothering and parenting choices to make, and so many other crucial things we can do as mothers.
It's a very difficult time, and I hope you are taking good care of yourself.