I’ve already documented my struggles with breastfeeding Buds ( https://adventureswithmultiples.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/the-great-boob-debate/) and have analyzed my relationship with my pump more than Carrie did with Big, but here I go again.
I am fine with my low milk supply. Seriously. It’s a crap bucket, but what are you gonna do? What I don’t get is the mixed messaging.
With Buds, I had no milk. None. Nada. Zilch. I was told to “just keep trying” so much, I was trying to write it into a jaunty Disney theme song to accompany me throughout the day.
So I tried until we decided that getting the evil formula was better than starving our child. The proof is in the pudding, as they say, and we now have a giant, intelligent, hilarious, sassy toddler. He may as well be the poster child for formula.
This time, I have some milk, not overflowing, but way more than last time, and I’m being pressured to bottle feed.
Yes, the nurses in the NICU have apparently grown tired of my low milk supply and want me to just give up the breastfeeding and bottle. While I have no objection to bottle feeding, and I’m not harbouring any fantasies of waking up with bountiful boobs, overflowing with nature’s best, I simply just. don’t. get. it.
If the message is boob is best, then why the switch with the teeniest, most vulnerable babies? Some of the nurses have even said to mums to bottle feed so they can go home. My mom labeled this emotional blackmail. What parent wouldn’t want their baby home as soon as possible? What exhausted mum wouldn’t say, exasperated, just give me a bottle!?
Our nurses have been amazing until the feeding issue, which is mostly matter of opinion over policy.
So, I guess, ultimately, I’ll just keep trying.