Why I am not breastfeeding
With my past two pregnancies I was optimistic about breastfeeding. Each time giving it my best shot but mother nature was not in my favour. With Nell my milk did not arrive for three days post birth. Boobs as big as cows udders but yet no goods to show for it. Of course I wasn't going to let my new baby go for so long without being fed, as much as I was encouraged to 'just perceiver' by the midwives. Every hour I was encouraging her to latch on but to what? Who knew? It could of been my big toe for all she knew because nothing fun was coming out of what ever it was. I reverted to the bottle and decided to pump as much as I could. This is when I found out, day three was when I turned from women to milking cow with noisy attachment strapped to my chest. I was relieved that I could produce milk but sitting for an hour strapped to unnecessarily loud pump only to produce less than an ounce, it was clear I was less Daisy the farm animal than I anticipated. I lasted a couple of weeks, pumping the bare minimum out of my huge hot tats and then formula took on my extra ounce also.
When it came to having Teddy, I was adamant I would try again. My real best this time. Maybe I hadn't tried hard enough or long enough with Nell. I was convinced this being my second baby that my milk would arrive earlier. Giving us both a head start on the Dairy Queen situation. Oh how wrong I was. Again ..the wait. No milk day one, no milk day two then boom, in the shower day three and I was watering the glass with my milky goodness. Yet after 72 hours of shoving my mastitis boobies in his poor little face, whilst dealing with a 18 month old I had yet again had enough and given in to the formula. I say given in like formula is the enemy, but its really not. I bloody love formula. It has kept my sanity for 4 years now, taken the pressure off new mums all over the world and In a couple of weeks time I WILL be turning to it again.
From the moment I found out there was two babies growing inside my tum I knew breast-feeding was out the window. I cant say I wouldn't of felt the same if it was one. Anything someone else can help me with whilst I'm running around after 4. Don't get me wrong I LOVE my babies and would do anything for them but jeeeezzzz I am not a natural breastfeeder. Hats off to you breast feeders, you are true milky heroes in my eyes but for now I will stick to the screw top.