Since becoming a mom, I spend about four hours a day connected to
my baby or connected to a pump. That's a lot of time. A big commitment.
But a wonderful thing. Before I write the rest of this post I want
to make it clear that this is a no-judgment zone. My choices may be
different from some moms and that's OK. I think as a mom we are empowered
and blessed to be able to make choices for our children and those may look
different to other people.
So today I'm going to tell you how I
choose to feed my baby. As soon as I got pregnant I started researching
breastfeeding. Everything from ways to boost your milk to the perfect
latch. I read it all, saw it all and talked to everyone I could. I
was bound and determined to breastfeed Georgia. It is something I wanted
so badly. My husband may even argue that I became obsessed.
Obsessed with being prepared and obsessed with making it happen.
Whatever was my case, I made it happen. But let me tell you my
journey has not been an easy one.
We had a rocky start in the hospital when
the lactation consultant couldn't see me until the second day. Despite my former research, by day 2 I was bleeding, cracked and bawling my
eyes out every time my sweet girl latched on. Thankfully my nurse in the hospital
was amazing and when I finally met with the lactation nurse, we were able to
correct the problems and (painfully) move forward.
But it got easier. And less painful.
I will say the pain didn't last longer than a few days. Well the excruciating
pain at least. And I was in such a delirious state from just having a
baby that it's all kind of a blur.
So then I was rocking and rolling.
Or so I thought. Around week 2, I was told to start "block
feeding." Basically I had to only feed from one side within a 3 hour
period. This is because G was not getting any of the hind milk (or the
milk in the back) and this was causing her acidic poopies and a horrible rash
on her sweet tush that no diaper cream could remedy. So I did as I was
told and "block fed" for about a week.
G's poopies got better and so did her
tush, but my milk supply suffered and I never felt like she was satisfied.
So I had to supplement in the afternoon feedings for about a week while I
built back up my milk supply and pumped like crazy. The first time I gave
G formula I cried. Like hysterically. And it bothered me.
Mainly because I didn't know why I was crying. Was it because I
felt like I had failed? Or because I was afraid for her health? Or
was it simply because our society kinda makes you feel like crap if you choose
to formula-feed? I decided it was the later and frankly I think that is
just ridiculous. I fully believe in the mantra, "happy mama, happy
baby." And so you mamas out there who decided to go the formula
route - whether it was because you didn't produce enough milk, had to go back
to work immediately, or frankly just didn't feel the desire to breastfeed - I
pray you feel supported in your journey just as much as the rest of us.
Because feeding a baby is hard. Whether it comes from the boob or a
bottle or a can. Figuring it all out is tough and God gave you the gift
of motherhood and with that comes the ability to make choices. So own
your choice and know that whatever it is, it is the best for your babe.
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OK sorry for the tangent. But
getting back on track. The pumping allowed Matt to give a bottle every
now and then which all sounds well and great until... enter nipple confusion.
G loooooooved the bottle and hated the boobie now. Great. She
would kick and scream and push away from me. But stick a bottle of my
milk in her mouth? One happy baby. So for the past 3-4 weeks we
have been practicing going back and forth, back and forth. And thankfully
she is finally getting the hang of it again.
Now all of that mumbo jumbo is a shortened
version of my breastfeeding story. But more or less the point is, it
hasn't been easy. There are three reasons I have made it this far with
breastfeeding.
1. My husband
2. My mama
3. Mrs. Patel's Chai Spiced tea
1. The husband. This man
sat through the lactation meeting at the hospital taking more notes than
me. Then when we got home, he would sit
with me while breastfeeding and offer support, suggestions and so much
encouragement. He still tells me every
day that I’m doing such a great job with feeding our baby girl. When we supplemented for a bit, he told me he
was so proud of me and that I was an amazing mom. He continually reminds me that, hey, this
mess is hard, and while I’m not perfect, I’m doing a pretty dang good job in
his book and that’s enough for me.
2. This little lady also sat beside me in those early days as I
breastfeed. Crying when G latched on,
almost more than me. Sometimes I think
it was harder for her to get through than it was me. I get it though. As a mama you want to take any pain from your
child. And that was my mama’s wish. But she couldn’t. So instead she would come over and make me
yummy snacks – and remind me of how far I had already come. Every single day was like the greatest accomplishment. And I still hold on to the mindset because it's the truth. Day by day, I'm feeding my baby.
3. This tea. Mrs. Patel’s Chai Spice. Oh my gosh it’s yummy. I take it with one spoonful of raw sugar and
dash of soy milk. Tastes like a chai
latte I swear yall. And it's caffeine-free! So you can have a cup and then immediately crawl back in bed with your little babe for a snooze. I read about this
tea before having G so I had 3 bags on hand when I came home from the
hospital. I immediately started drinking
two cups a day. One in the morning. One at night.
It aids in detoxing your body after birth which I needed because I was
swollen up like a blimp. Before leaving
the hospital, G’s pediatrician told me my milk should be in within 4-5
days. Well, it came in after 2. And I truly believe I have this tea to
thank. Despite my breastfeeding hiccups,
I have been blessed that G has never had a problem gaining weight. She’s healthy and was back at her birth
weight when she was 4 days old. And
guys, it’s because of this tea. It
increases your milk production and makes you feel good too. And when I had to build up my supply
during that 3rd week? I drank
3 cups of tea a day instead of 2 and boom.
After a few days my supply was up and running and I haven’t had to
supplement since. Now that G is sleeping
longer stints at night there are times (mainly on the weekends) when I choose
sleep over pumping. And then weekend
plans sometimes get me busy like when we out of town for that wedding, and
well – pumping is hard to find time to do.
So if my milk supply dips at all, I drink another cup of the tea for a
few days and my supply is back up again.
I’ve also recently added their fenugreek bars to my morning ritual. Ummmmmmmm……….. amaze. I feel like I’m having desert at 8am. They are that good. So thank you Mrs. Patel's. Thank you for making milk production so yummy.
(Disclaimer: I don't need to drink the tea or eat the bars anymore because, thankfully, my milk supply is good to go. But truth be told. I'm addicted. It's all so yummy!)
So that is my story. And
those are the three things that have helped me the most. I hope it has provided someone encouragement
or information that they needed. And seriously
– go get ya some of that tea and those bars.
Also we are doing a giveaway next Monday for one of Mrs. Patel’s combo
packs (you get the bars, the tea AND the munch crunch which I've been dying to try) so come back and enter!
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