Showing posts with label tongue tied. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tongue tied. Show all posts

7/9/11

Guest Blog: Kirsty's Story



Sophia's first feed
Sophia had a tongue tie when she was born which caused some problems latching. For the first two days we expressed colostrum with a syringe and syringe fed her. When my milk came in I used a pump and finger fed her with a feeding tube taped to my finger.
When she was three days old, we took her to the doctor to get the tongue tie cut. After that I called the lactation consultant to come and help with getting her latched correctly. I was able to feed (uncomfortably, and with difficulty) while she was there, but when she was gone I couldn’t do it properly. The same thing happened when my midwife helped me, and even my aunty. Whenever someone was there to help, I was sort of able to do it, but when I tried on my own, it just didn’t work. Sophia woke up at 3am, so I tried putting her to the breast again to feed her. She wouldn’t latch: I was full, leaking, and stressed; she was hungry and stressed. I called the midwife (yes, at 3am) in tears, with Sophia screaming in the background, and told her, “I can’t do it, she won’t latch”.

Sophia being finger fed EBM
“You need to both calm down, have a shower” (she knows Sophia loves the shower).
“Can you still express?”
“Yes”
“OK then, just express, and finger feed her.” I was so intent on being able to breastfeed, that I had totally ignored the breast pump.
I pumped, fed her, then we all slept happily.
After speaking to my midwife, and Plunket, seeing lactation consultants, and discussing it with my husband, I decided to just ‘give up’ on breastfeeding. Obviously it isn’t going to work for us, so there is not point stressing us both out trying. I went and purchased my own pump (until then I had been using one borrowed from my midwife).

Sophia having a bottle of my EBM
I was still finger feeding Sophia, so at about three weeks old we tried Tommee Tippee Closer to Nature bottles. She didn’t like them, so we went back to finger feeding. When she was six weeks old, we finally found a teat she liked, so were able to transition her to a bottle.
I managed to build up a good supply of milk in the fridge, so that when we went out for dinner on our anniversary I had a drink (two standard drinks). The next two pumpings I had to throw out because of the alcohol in my milk, and after that I noticed my volume had decreased.
For a while my supply struggled to keep up with demand, so I kept trying her at the breast to stimulate production. I also while cluster pumped for a day, and soon my supply was back.
I enjoy pumping, as it is a nice chance for a wee time-out – I usually use the time to read. If I have to, I am able to pump while feeding Sophia, or giving her a cuddle. It gets easier to do other things while pumping once you’re used to it.
In the first few weeks I felt like a terrible mother because I couldn’t breastfeed. I don’t have any photos of Sophia being finger fed, because I didn’t want there to be evidence of it in later years. Looking back on it now, it was crazy thinking. I have come to realise that I am the opposite of a bad mother. My baby is better off on expressed breast milk than she would be on formula, and full time pumping takes a good dose of love and commitment on my part.
I had many people offering to help me get my baby breastfeeding, but after two months I got to the point where I knew it wasn’t going to happen, no point stressing about it.
Sometimes when I am giving Sophia a bottle in public I feel like I have to justify myself to strangers and explain that it is EBM, not formula in the bottle.

Sophia - 7 Months
Because my pump is battery operated, I am able to pump when I’m out and about. I always take my power cord with me just in case, so I have been able to plug myself into the Mall Parents’ room, University Parents room, and at friends’ homes. I have pumped in a park, in a cafe, in the car on a long trip, on an intercity bus in broad daylight, and even on a full intercity bus at night time (they guy next to me didn’t say anything about it :s)
My greatest fear is that I’ll go on holiday out of town, and leave my pump, or part of it behind. I am thankful to say that never happened, although I did leave essential parts behind on two occasions when I went to Uni.

Sophia on her 1st Birthday
My supply started decreasing when Sophia was ten months old, and a couple of weeks before her first birthday it got so low I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it until her birthday. It made me sad, and I felt like a failure again. I started pumping just morning and night (12 hours apart), but I was getting a lot more milk, so was able to keep pumping for another couple of weeks. When I was only getting 50mls, I started pumping just in the mornings, which lasted about a another week. I was pleased I made it pumping exclusively until Sophia’s first birthday, and continued for a couple of weeks after. Because I got a few more weeks than I was expecting, when I stopped, there weren’t any sad feelings.
I am really proud of myself for pumping so long, and I’m quite surprised my supply managed to hold up for a year without a baby’s mouth to keep it going.

I am due with a little brother for Sophia in November and I am filling myself with as much information as possible and surrounding myself with supportive people in real life and online so I can feed him at the breast instead of from a bottle.
I made the most of my pumping experience, but it was hard. I would much rather be able to feed my baby whenever, wherever than need to have a bottle and somewhere to warm it, and have to remember to take my pump with me everywhere I go. Come November I hope to become a total NIPing pro!
I know with a little bit of help, support, and perseverance I CAN breastfeed. I have learnt from my past and will make sure I succeed at this. I keep telling myself “I WILL BREASTFEED”, and I really do mean it.
I’m taking the lazy way out this time and breastfeeding. No bottles or pumps for me (except for pumping milk to donate via HM4HB NZ).
Kirsty's story originally was posted on Anything Baby minus the exciting update! Good luck to you Kirsty and please keep us posted!

1/27/11

Guest Blog: Life Lesson #2 for 2011

Reposted with Permission from Sasha - The Other Me;

Sometimes breastfeeding isn't easy.

I was one of those women that breastfeeding had always been easy for. The occasional mild case of thrush treated with a simple home remedy over the years but nothing more alarming than that. So when I found out I was pregnant with twins and was asked if I planned on nursing them my answer was "Of course, I breastfed all my other children why wouldn't I my twins?"

On October 13th 2010 my boys, Connor & Seamus, were born and thus began my breastfeeding story from hell.

My sons were born at 35 weeks gestation after being on bed rest and medication to prevent premature labor. During my pregnancy the boys had been diagnosed with Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome so we had anticipated that there would be some complications at birth. The boys would end up spending a total of 3 weeks and 6 days in NICU.


While the twins were in the NICU I pumped around the clock and was very pleased to be making enough milk for both of them. Their latch was weak and it would take sometimes up to an hour each just to get a full bottle down. At the hospital the boys were born in I worked with a lactation consultant and 3 nurses trained in newborn breastfeeding assessment. The boys were transferred after two weeks to a teaching hospital to treat a rare endocrine condition they had inherited,
Pseudohypoaldosteronism. While at that hospital I worked with 2 more lactation consultants. During that time I was only successful once at getting a full nursing session with Connor and was never successful with Seamus.

Connor blissed out on mommy milk.


During the boys NICU stay a stomach virus ravaged our house. All 5 of the older children and my husband were ill for days. Somehow I didn't get sick, I dont think it is possible to wash your hands more than I did during that time. On the morning of November the 9th my boys finally came home. I should have been overcome with joy, and I was for the most part, but I was also afraid. I was afraid because all throughout the process of signing out my boys my stomach kept knotting up on me. I foolishly convinced myself that it was just my nerves and finished the paperwork to bring Connor and Seamus home. That night was hell and I blissfully remember very few details about it.

The schedule worked like this:
Feed baby small amount of breastmilk mixed with prescribed sodium chloride.
Attempt to nurse baby.
Feed baby bottle of expressed breastmilk.
Repeat above steps for my other baby.
Pump for next feeding.
Try desperately not to throw up.
Drink as much water as possible.
Sleep 15 minutes.
Start all over again.

Throughout the next day I noticed I was pumping less and less milk at each sitting. The second night the boys were home I broke down and had my best friend take me to the hospital. I was promptly given IV fluids for dehydration. I came home to pump and there was nothing. I believe this is when I finally let myself cry. I knew I had no choice but to have my husband go out and buy formula and that thought destroyed me.

You see, I am a lactivist. I read about breastfeeding, I talk about it, I belong to forums devoted to it, I buy art focused on it. I am one of those annoying moms that are constantly linking to articles and news stories about breastfeeding on facebook. Although I have only been to virtual nurse ins online I would go to one in person if there ever was one in my area, even if I myself was not lactating at the time. I have an entire section of my photo shoebox devoted to nursing pictures. One of the first pictures I took of my new nephew was of his mother nursing him. I am committed to breastfeeding if at all possible; prior to the boys being born I didn't even own a bottle.

I started power pumping, determined to get my supply back up. Meanwhile I was supplementing heavily with formula. I had an irrational rage at that powdered "stuff" in a can. I found myself wanting to pitch it against the wall in a fit of fury but somehow resisted the urge. Within a few days my supply was back, but now I faced a very real problem that I did not want to address. I had to sleep at some point. I still was not making enough milk to be able to skip a pumping session and the boys still were not able to suck well enough to feed from the breast. I made the painful decision to supplement a few feedings with formula that their dad would give them while I slept.

Although we were still having a hard time nursing we were making progress and cruising along. Then thrush hit. Not normal thrush. This was insane sent from hell itself thrush. I knew I had a major problem when I went to pump and the pain didn't go away so I looked down and I had been pumping pure blood.

We:
Became hygiene obsessed even using boiling water to wash my bras.
Radically altered my diet.
Tried multiple home remedies
Administered several rounds of Nystatin
Took Diflucan

During all of this I noticed that the boys still had a very weak latch so I took them in to see their pediatrician. Despite being seen by countless dr's in the NICU, 3 lactation consultants and multiple nurses trained in newborn nursing assessment the fact that my boys were tongue tied was somehow overlooked.


Believing the thrush was finally gone I started power pumping again to try and bring my supply back up again.



So what have I recently discovered? Yes, you guessed it the thrush is back. But this time as I face yet another hurdle I do not feel the discouragement and the defeat I once felt. Why? Because I realize now that breastfeeding isn't always easy. I know that sometimes breastfeeding isn't always possible and that is ok. I know now that although formula is over used it is not only a necessary product but a wonderful blessing to those of us that can not provide milk for our babies and do not have access to affordable donor milk. I now understand that I can end up not being able to breastfeed my babies and the world is not going to end. Most importantly I have allowed myself to acknowledge that I can be a good mom and not breastfeed. I have ate not only a slice of humble pie, but the whole pie itself and survived. Personally I think I have became a better more understanding person because of it.

Does this mean I am going to give up?

No, not yet.

You see I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and things to try. I haven't tried probiotics yet. I also am going to start using a
SNS that my wonderful and generous friend Liz sent me in the mail for Christmas. The boys have an appointment to get their tongues clipped and most importantly I still believe we have a chance.

So why keep trying? Why is this so important to me?
American Academy of Pediatrics
World Health Organization
UNICEF
Also because of things you can not find in peer reviewed research papers.
Things like the contended look of peace on a breastfeeding baby's face after filling their little bellies.
The improvement of diaper odor.
No running out in the middle of the night because you realize you are out of formula.
No more panic when you are out and about with your little one and suddenly realize you are feeding them the last bottle you brought with you.
The ease and natural rhythm that breastfeeding brings to a nursing mother and her baby.

Why wouldn't I want to give it everything I had in me to try?

Below are some links that I have found helpful in my breastfeeding journey. If you are also struggling you are not alone. Look for help and know that no matter what the outcome at the end of the day breastfeeding is not the sole determining factor of how much you love your baby. Love, like breastmilk, is far more complex than that.

kellymom
http://www.theleakyboob.com/Forum/index.php
Mothering
and of course Dr. Jack Newman linked above
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