I have almost no milk. I am pumping, resting as much as is feasible given the fact that I have other children, and trying to nurse as often as I can, and still….nothing. I have never had ANY supply issues, so this is a shock.
I know, I know (really, I know )….fenugreek, oatmeal, skin to skin, kangaroo, babywearing, cosleeping, SNS, reglan, (actually can’t take that because I’ve had a bad reaction to it before ….still no milk.
My neighbor who just had a baby has kindly given me some of her extra pumped milk and another friend has offered too. It’s strange to be in this position because in the past, I’ve been the one offering extra milk to friends with breastfeeding problems.
Apparently, it is not unheard of for women who have suffered a terrible loss – like, say, the loss of a child – or who are in the midst of stressful natural disasters to lose their milk supply.
Thankfully, Baby G is taking the bottle fine and seems to be gaining and growing, but DAMN. I never could have predicted this particular collateral damage. I am trying to strike a balance between trying as hard as I can to fix this problem and at the same time, relaxing and enjoying my baby, even if I am having to give her a bottle at the moment.
I know there are things left to try, and I will. But I sure wish I didn’t have to. The great thing about breastfeeding for me (beyond the fact that it’s vitally important to my babies’ health) is that it’s just so damn easy compared to the alternatives. No mixing or carrying or chilling of anything. And I tend to be pretty lazy in general, so I’ve enjoyed the lazy factor that has come with breastfeeding. But not this time. Everything is different this time.
In other news, I think C has the beginnings of hand, foot & mouth disease, following in the footsteps of her cousin NC, who is currently recuperating from the aforementioned virus. C had a high fever all night. Oh, and last night at 3am, while I was up feeding G, I turned on a show called “Raising Sextuplets” for about 20 minutes, after which I felt a lot better rested. Just watching those folks manage one year old sextuplets (while also working full time) completely wore me out. Yikes.