Like most mothers, Lindsay spent her pregnancy envisioning the beautiful experience she was about to have welcoming her son Greyson into the world. Mothers are told how beneficial and easy it is to breastfeed, and Lindsay was told nothing different. So when things did not come as naturally or easily as she was led to believe, Lindsay found herself faltering. This is Lindsay's story.
"When I was pregnant, I pictured a wonderfully natural nursing relationship with Greyson. Greyson, however, had other plans for us. He was a hard latch from the start. The LCs at the hospital, while meaning well, told me to just keep trying. Getting home was terrifying because I wanted to make sure he was getting enough to eat, but he cried a lot when trying to latch which would stress us both out, and created a vicious cycle. By our first pediatrician’s appointment, Greyson had lost 9% of his body weight, putting him dangerously close to “failure to thrive” territory.
Meanwhile, I was a wreck. I had just brought home this beautiful boy and I was stressing and crying beyond control trying to feed him. I didn’t want to “give up” and go for formula (side note—I have always believed in Fed is Best, and I believe formula is perfectly healthy—but my hormones and mom instincts to nurse were insane...and I do NOT believe that giving formula is “giving up,” it’s just how I was feeling at the time). I decided I wanted to fight to breastfeed. I brought an IBCLC out to my house the same day of his first pediatricians appointment, who held me and told me that it was OKAY if I gave him some formula and OKAY if I pumped. For some reason, despite hearing it from many others, hearing it from her felt freeing. Here was this expert, and she couldn’t get him to latch. She saw how stressed he got, and in turn how stressed I got. She even let me know that the reason she became an IBCLC was because she’d had a completely similar experience with her own kids. She showed me how to pump and told me I’d have to pump every 2 hours for a month to get a supply going. I started right away.
For the first two to three weeks we supplemented what I pumped with formula. The mom guilt was REAL. The jealousy was REAL. People would check in with me and ask “How’s your breastfeeding relationship going?” meaning well, but it was like a knife in the chest. It hurt my heart to see latched mamas. I longed for that relationship too.
Eventually, I started making enough so that I didn’t touch the formula in the pantry. Then I made more. And more. I didn’t stick to a two hour schedule for long because it drove me insane. I found 3 hours to be much more doable, with a longer stretch at night. Life became less insane. Less stressful. More about enjoying my boy. I became less afraid. I began pumping in the car to save time when I could. I bought three pumps so I wouldn’t have to lug them around everywhere. I put s fridge in my room to store milk. I did all that I could to make it easier on myself, because it’s HARD!
Today I made my first donation to the CHKD Milk Bank. 154 ounces. My supply is not fantastic at the moment because I’m sick, but I’m confident I’ll get it back up. Still, even if I don’t, my kid has had almost 20 weeks of milk because I. Didn’t. Give. Up. Of course, I was also blessed to be able to respond to a pump and to have a supply. Some mamas are not as lucky, and therefore I am thankful.
We still continued to practice latching, so that my body could respond and make the type of milk Greyson needed. We were doing really great, latching about once per day when I went back to work, but now it stresses him out again, so I don’t push it. I know either way, my kid is going to be fed. If I dry up tomorrow, he still went 20 amazing weeks with mom’s milk. Also, my kid is HAPPY. Seriously, this kid smiles ALL THE TIME! That’s what truly matters to me. He’s happy, and with either formula or milk, he’s healthy.
I wish I could talk to all brand new moms struggling with the same thing and tell them that everything is going to be okay. I also wish I could go back and give May 2018 Lindsay a hug. To tell her not to be so hard on herself. To show her a glimpse of the future just four short months down the road. Still, I’m so proud of her. She was the embodiment of #NeverthelessShePersisted."
- written by Lindsay Paiz
October 3, 2018
Shared with express permission in the hopes that another mother who is struggling will read Lindsay's journey and find strength & comfort.
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