I had a lot of problems with dd in the beginning. I had a c-section, so we had big nipple confusion, and latching problems. I was in pain for about 6 weeks before we both figured out how to get her on properly On top of that, she had slow weight gain (even though she started at 10lb 6oz!), with a very breastfeeding ignorant pediatrician.
At one of the weekly weigh-ins he was subjecting us to (she was about 5 weeks old at the time), he told me I had to feed her a bottle of formula in the office, so he could make sure she was getting some calories. This was the most destructive comment he could have made to me. I was distraught. I thought I was failing, and here was this very stern authority figure telling me that I was starving my baby! I was concerned that he would call the DCFS or the cops if I didn't comply. So, against my better judgement, I did, and never went back to that dr. again.
Needless to say I was very upset about the situation. I didn't know why she wasn't gaining weight, I had just been bullied into doing something I felt adamant about not doing, and felt like it was all my fault. My aunt called me to give me some reassurance. I told her what happened at the dr.'s office and all my doubts. She never nursed her children, and I didn't expect a whole lot of sympathy over it. Much to my surprise, though she told me very forcefully, "Rebecca, NOBODY loves that baby more than you do. You just keep doing what you think is right and trust your instincts." I'm getting teary now just thinking about all the emotions of that day. It was exactly the boost to my self-confidence I needed.
So, the worst thing said was followed by the best thing! It's two years later, and we're still nursing, and she is in the 50th percentile for weight.
Mama to: Katie, Emily , and Abby
Not perfect, Just amazing!