Prior to Evelina’s birth, I had visions of breastfeeding while bonding with my newborn, providing her with all of the benefits that breastfeeding had to offer, and losing all of that pesky baby weight as a result of the extra calories I would be burning. I told myself that if I wasn’t successful at breastfeeding that it wouldn’t be a big deal. Such beautiful, positive thoughts, right?
That was until Evelina was jaundice in the hospital and we needed to provide her with as much fluid as possible, from breast or *gasp* bottle. Luckily, my supply was great from the get go and I was able to pump in the hospital for bottles in addition to breastfeeding, so that we could be sure she was getting enough to flush out the jaundice. Little did I know that this would be the beginning of my pumping journey.
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Evelina receiving her first bottle of pumped liquid gold |
When she was discharged from the hospital, I still continued to put her to breast and then pump and give her a bottle to supplement, just to be sure her bilirubin levels stayed low and she continued to gain weight. At her first pediatrician visit when she was 5 days old, she had gained well and her color looked great, so we made the decision to stop pumping and just breastfeed.
I still wasn’t certain she was getting much from the breast since she seemed like a lazy sucker, I didn’t hear much swallowing, and she always seemed hungry, so after visits to breastfeeding support groups and lactation consultants, it was revealed that she was only getting about 1oz of milk after breastfeeding for 45 minutes. This was definitely NOT enough to sustain a growing newborn, she was already tiny and we didn’t want her to lose additional weight. Back to breastfeeding, pumping and then supplementing with bottled breast milk. The only problem? Since she hadn’t stimulated me enough, my supply tanked and we had to feed her formula until I could increase my supply through pumping, eating lots of ice cream, drinking gallons of water, trying Fenugrek and More Milk Plus, drinking cups and cups of Mother’s Milk Tea and consuming lots of oatmeal and lactation cookies.
The entire process of feeding our tiny being was incredibly exhausting and stressful. I shed many tears and just felt like an utter failure. I had a natural childbirth and we put her to the breast within the first ½ hour of her life…I should be able to breastfeed my child, I shouldn’t have to feed her mass-produced artificial formula!! It was so disappointing because I desperately wanted breastfeeding to work out for us to enjoy together, despite initially having the, “if it doesn’t work out, I won’t mind” attitude prior to her birth.
As the weeks went on, it felt as if I was losing time to the pump. All I wanted to do was feed my daughter, cuddle with her and get to know every ounce of her, but instead I had to put her down (or give her to a family member) to get a pumping session in…day and night. I felt like I was missing out on valuable bonding time with my little one and it made me sad. Not to mention that each feeding (breast, bottle and then pump) from start to finish would take almost an hour; it felt as if it was all we ever did.
At around 5 weeks, Evelina started to really fuss and get agitated at the breast and because the entire process was exhausting and frustrating, I didn’t want to force it on her. I would just give in and offer a bottle of breast milk. After 6 weeks of trying my best to breastfeed and with little success at getting Evelina to increase her sucking strength, I made the decision to pump exclusively. This would allow her to receive many of the benefits of breast milk, reduce feeding times so she could partake in more fun activities, and ultimately result in a happier, less stressed out mom and baby. It would also allow me the convenience to pump when I had time or during her naps instead of having to put her down immediately after a feeding to pump and ensure my supply returned in time for her next feeding. I knew this would be the best decision for us. I didn’t want her to sense my stress and be unhappy, and I knew that the happier I was, the happier she would be.
Why did I even bother with pumping at all and just switch to formula exclusively? In my opinion, being able to offer Evelina breast milk from a bottle was the next best thing to actually breastfeeding. By the time I made the decision to exclusively pump, my supply was adequate to feed her exclusively breast milk. It would have been one thing if I had to pump and still give her formula, but my supply was there so why not use it!? Formula isn’t the devil but there are too many benefits to breast milk to list and I’ve wanted the best for my Lina Bean since before she was even born. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give her what I naturally could create….thanks to persistence and breast pump.
I never thought in a million years that I would pump exclusively for this long (and can’t believe some people do it for a year!!). There were many times I just wanted to give up on pumping but kept telling myself I could go one more month and how great it would be to make it through the winter so she could continue to build up immunity through my milk. I’m so thankful that my supply has been enough to provide to Evelina exclusively since she was around 6 weeks old and that I even have a small frozen stash. I am particularly thankful for the best support system a new mother could ask for. It's hard enough being thrown into motherhood as a newbie, but having to fight though this battle with breastfeeding made it that much harder in the first month of Evelina’s beautiful life. I would never have been able to remain positive (not always mind you) and emerge happy and confident in my decision if it wasn’t for Chris and my mom. They are both the best.
I started weaning from the pump a few weeks ago and I know that it will be a sad day for me when Evelina consumes her last bottle of pumped milk. I’ve worked incredibly hard to produce it for her and it has been a labor of love that I’ve struggled with giving up, but the time has come to hang up the horns and move into the next chapter together. I’m certain that she will continue to be strong and healthy and just as happy, and I know for sure that I will be happier to spend quality time with her or doing other things I enjoy, instead of being hooked up to a breast pump.
Woosh, woosh…..