Here is a picture of my love taken today. He melts me I tell you, just plain melts me.
Ok so breastfeeding is a bust for me (no pun intended). I stuck it out until he was a little over 9 weeks before I called it quits. Turns out I am not a big milk cow, not only that, but my sweet son isn’t the best nurser in the whole world. He is a lazy little eater, he never gets crazy and goes to town sucking like other kids I have seen. He enjoys it more if the milk just runs into his mouth without any work or effort exerted on his part. Bad combo.
And I tried. Holy mighty how I tried. I really enjoyed breastfeeding him. We never had any issues with latching, my boobs never got as sore as I heard they can. It was a lovely time.
So how do I know I wasn’t producing? Oh well Public Health sent a nurse out at the request of R’s ped with a test weight scale because he was losing weight at his 2 week appointment. After using the test weight scale for a weekend it appeared that after nursing on both sides he was lucky to get an ounce, and every once in a grand while he would get 1.5-2. That is off of BOTH sides, and he was on 15-20 minutes each side.
So that meant that after I nursed him on both sides I had to give him a bottle, every single time. It was a bummer, it was time-consuming. I tried everything except for the prescription to bring my milk in. I took the herbs that made my sweat smell like an IHOP. No joke, Fenugreek makes you smell like maple syrup, seriously, google it.
We have been a couple weeks with no breastfeeding, and while I cried the last time I nursed him, it has been really nice for me to have a little extra time in my day. What used to be an hour to an hour and a half feeding process every 3 hours it now just 30 minutes. It’s great.