Growing up, I assumed that breastfeeding was an easy process that comes naturally to all babies. Fast Forward 15 years and I realized this is not always the case. Here is our Breastfeeding "disaster" story:
At the hospital, Oliver was rooting around and slowly learning to latch on like normal. The nurse wasn't worried about him not latching on for very long so neither was I. They taught me how to use a breast pump just in case he wasn't getting the colostrum out fast enough for my milk to come in.
Oliver was born on Wednesday morning. We left the hospital on Friday afternoon. Friday night, all hell broke loose. Around 5pm the kid decided to forget how to latch on! My milk still hadn't come in and the colostrum was really think. Maybe he just started getting frustrated at how hard he was working to pull out the food, but whatever the reason, he was starving and not getting anything to eat. For 8 hours he screamed for food and there was nothing we could do about it! We were trying everything we could to teach him to latch with no luck. Talk about torture.
Around 1am Dom decided to just sleep on the nursery floor while I kept trying to breastfeed. Poor Macy was freaking out. Not only did she not know what this little thing was, but now he was keeping her awake all night on his first night home! Not a great first impression..
Around 3 am I finally got him to fall asleep in his bouncer with a pacifier because he was so exhausted. At 5 am on Saturday morning, I called my mom crying. She rushed over to help us come up with a plan.
Here was our ridiculous plan: I was hand expressing the colostrum into a spoon while Domenic put hot compresses onto my engorged breasts. Dom would take the colostrum from the spoon and pour it into a medicinal pacifier that my mom would use to feed the baby! We looked ridiculous!
Around 8am my milk started coming in and I started pumping. We could still only feed him though that stinking pacifier. I have never been so frustrated. Why did he like that dumb pacifier more than me!
At 10am I got ahold a woman at the Lactation Center who recommended a nipple shield.
Domenic ran to Babies R Us and bought both the Medela and Ameda Nipple Shields
The second I put that nipple shield on, Oliver latched and started eating for dear life!! I was crying I was so happy!! Apparently my nipples weren't the right size for him to be able to figure out what to do.
4 weeks later and we are still using the shield about 90% of the time. Occasionally I can begin with the shield and remove it half way through, and he will latch on for the rest of his feeding. Other times he starts screaming when I take the shield away... such a little diva baby :)
I keep the Ameda shield in the house and the Medela in his diaper bag. The Medela has a nice divot that keeps the shield off of his nose, however I think the Ameda has better suction and sticks to me easier. Both of them work well, but if I buy any more I will purchase the Ameda shield.
Unlike my son, I despise using the nipple shield. Oliver seems to think it is funny to knock it off about a hundred times in the middle of the night a watch me searching around for it.
As frustrating as it has been, I'm determined to continue breastfeeding. There is nothing better than those post milk coma cuddles :)
Has anyone else used a nipple shield to feed your child?
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I am 25 years old with a 2 year old son and a wicked handsome husband living in Birmingham, Alabama.