When I found out I was pregnant with my
1st son 10 years ago, I was adamant that I would breastfeed.
I hadn’t ever been around
anyone who had breastfed & none of my friends had had babies at this
point, but for some reason I just KNEW I wanted to breastfeed.
The midwives I saw where all
really supportive, but I honestly had no clue...
When my son was born, he
latched on straight away at birth and it was a magical experience, I was helped
to feed him and he was a natural!
We went home after 3 days and
he breastfed perfectly, we slept together in my bed (following all the
guidelines of course) and feeding him whilst laying down was the best thing
ever... sometimes I didnt even wake up, he would just latch himself on and i'd
wake up to him chomping away happily!
One of the biggest problems I
had with breastfeeding though was finding the right nursing bra. During my
pregnancy I wore t-shirt bras, and crop top type bras, but as soon as my milk
started to come in, my boobs GREW... like really grew... I went from a DD cup
right upto a JJ cup overnight....
back then, the internet wasn’t
the 1st port of call & even mothercare back then didnt go upto such a
large cup size (not even sure they do now tbh!) so I scoured the phone books
for local bra shops & found one quite local, so off on the bus I
trotted with my baby to hopefully find a bra that would fit me!
I did manage to get a bra, just
one, as they were £30 each! YIKES!
It was the most horrid, rigid,
boulder holder bra you'd ever seen, I hated it, but I needed it, so what could I
do?
we continued to breastfeed
until he was about 6 months old, which he naturally wanted to drink water more
often & was more interested in playing that being in my arms all the
time, so we progressed onto cup feeds with follow on formula, which is where
all the problems started. He developed a severe intolerance to powdered milk,
had exorcist projective vomiting which sometime would reach 10 feet away, I kid
you not...
He was failing to thrive,
developed intolerance to every food I gave him and deteriorated rapidly.
the docs were called out so
many times and we spent hours upon days at the surgeries and hosp trying to get
to the bottom of this quick deterioration and after months of trying oodles of
different drugs and removals of foods from his diet, he eventually started to
gain weight and get healthy. He was put on a soya based formula, which worked
really well.
He lead a dairy free diet up
till he was about 4 years old, which sorted out his poorly tummy and he can now
thankfully eat dairy. He does suffer with eczema tho and if he eats too much
dairy it flares up really bad, so we have to watch what he eats...
when my 2nd son was born in
2003, I was all up for breastfeeding again and was determined to feed him for
as long as possible as I was worried he might have the same intolerances as his
brother, which indeed he did, he had much worse eczema.
But, once again, my boobs grew
overnight, after having my first son, they did go back down after I gave up
feeding him and they stayed about an E/F cup. This time though, they grew upto
an LL cup and I was a monster. My boobs were bigger than my head (each boob
that is) they were so heavy. Again I trotted off to the local bra shop and
tried to buy a bra, but they didnt have any in my size and only ONE bra company
made them in the size I needed, so the shop lady ordered me one in and after
about a week I got my new nursing bra, it was SO UGLY, I hated this one even
more than my 1st one and I could even fit my son in one of the cups...
He was a breeze to breastfeed,
was perfect at it, but the only thing he wouldn’t do was sleep in my bed and
feed, he LOVED to have his feeds with a cuddle then was desperate for me to put
him down after. I found this extremely exhausting and was desperate for him to
just have one night feed in my bed, so I could doze through it with him, but he
wouldn’t have any of it!!
I did however have one of those
cots which "butted" right up against my bed, so it was easier to put
him back into bed!
I continued to feed him until
he was about 10 months, after which time he, like his brother, wanted to feed
from a cup and play than be stuck in my arms feeding! I naturally put him onto soya
based milk like his brother had had, as I was petrified that he would go the
same way, but he was brilliant! He never once had the problems his older
brother did and he eventually went onto cow’s milk at 12 mths & eating
dairy from 16 months!
His eczema was quite bad tho,
but the dairy didnt make a jot of difference to it, he still now 8 years on
suffers with the eczema but is under control and you hardly remember how bad it
used to be with him when he was little.
When I found out I was pregnant
with my 3rd son in 2004, I was overjoyed to be able to breastfeed again and
very much looked forward to it, but sadly he was born at 27 weeks and was
extremely poorly.
I was encouraged to express my
milk for him, as they said with premature babies that are born, their mother
make an even more unique tailor-made milk that can dramatically help them
thrive and survive.
So off me went, hand expressing
my milk in the early days trying to get every ml of milk I could... it was
really hard too, as i'd never tried to express milk before...
I was told to keep a photo of
my son close to me and to look at it whilst expressing as it would help me
relax, but it was such an intense and pressured feeling I felt like everything I
tried didnt work, I was only producing small quantities and was getting really
frustrated.
I had some help from the
midwives at the hospital and they got me using one of the expressing machines,
it was extremely bizarre and a huge machine, I also had to express both breast
at the same time. I didnt like this at all, but for the sake of my son
& his health, I persevered and got into a routine, after the 10 days of
staying at the hospital in the neonatal unit with him, I was discharged from
Hospital (on my birthday too) and sent home with one of the gigantic expressing
machines and told to express milk every 2 hours from my boobs, even throughout
the night and to store it in the freezer to bring in daily to the hospital for
him to have. to start with as he was so small, he didnt actually get to have
any of my milk as he was on a special formula for his gestation but the stores
of my frozen milk was soon starting to mount up for preparation for when he
could start to have it.
Im hazy with the dates, but I
think around 30 weeks my milk was introduced into his diet, through a tube
directly into his stomach; he began to gain weight brilliantly from it and was
tolerating it brilliantly.
The better he got, the more
they upped his amounts and soon he was taking in more milk than I was
producing! His stores of frozen breast milk were getting thin! I was diligently
expressing all the time I could, as I was desperate to help him grow, but after
about 3 months of doing so, I began to get really resentful of the expressing
machines... I hated them... I felt all I was doing was milking a cow &
never spending enough time with my son in the SCBU as expressing was taking
longer and longer to get decent amounts and my son was taking in such higher
amounts, I wasn’t keeping up.
I told the doctors and nurses
about it and they suggested that I tried taking a medicine called motilium
(domperidone) which is an anti reflux drug, but one of its side affects is
lactation, which helps you produce breast milk... I took the drugs and after a
short time, I noticed my milk production was gaining and gaining, I was getting
"litres" of milk from each time I expressed and it really gave me the
motivation to keep on trying.
Eventually the doctors asked
me, that once my son was able to learnt to breastfeed would I like to try and I
jumped at the chance, he was using a special dummy to encourage him to suck and
after a few weeks, we became natural at breastfeeding! He was doing so
brilliantly!
I was so glad that I stuck with
the expressing for such a prolonged period of time, without it I feel my son wouldn’t
have got the best possible milk for him and he wouldn’t have grown so strong
and fought to stay with us.
Eventually he came home.
All this time tho, I hadn’t
been wearing nursing bras, as he wasn’t with me and I only expressed milk it
didnt seem right to wear a nursing bra. It felt wrong, so I’d never thought
about buying one. thankfully though, my boobs didnt grow as much as they did
with my other 2 sons, im not sure if this had anything to do with the fact I wasn’t
actually feeding him and only expressing, but they didnt grow in size at all, I
was still wearing my pre pregnancy bras. Even when I was pregnant with my 3rd
son, not once did I put on a maternity bra. (I had such saggy skin from where
they had grown so HUGE and shrunk after the first two) so I only felt
comfortable wearing padded moulded bras (still do now!)
So I thought, what will I wear
now he's home? I was so used to not wearing a nursing bra, that I didnt bother,
it was difficult when I was out and about feeing him, but I didnt go out that
much. At home I don’t like wearing bras so just had on vest top (with support!)
and fed like that.
I continued to feed him until
he reached about 12 months. At this point, he was spending lots of time with
his dad and it became more convenient to bottle feed him. He was bottle fed
until he was nearly two; he had very delayed development and was still the age
of a one year old at this time.
so fast forward a couple years,
I fall pregnant with Sophie and again, want to breastfeed, but this time, she
would be my last ever baby and I wanted to make sure I made the most of
breastfeeding.
When she was born (by emergency
section) she weighed a whopping 10lb 6oz!
They thought I might have had
gestational diabetes and wanted to take her away for checks, but thankfully she
didnt.
I tried breastfeeding her as
soon as I was able, but I had a really bad reaction after the section and was
on super heavy pain killers and found doing anything other than sleeping agony.
Sophie was a really hungry baby too and she was demand feeding every hour or
less... it was a constant.
In hospital, I was able to feed
her lying on my side, which was easier on my tummy, but hard to pick her back
up and wind...
we had to stay in hospital for
10 days as I was so poorly, but I persevered with feeding her and she wasn’t
bottle fed once, even though I was getting to a point of thinking, I've
breastfed 3 babies already, I don’t "HAVE" to feed her to prove
anything, but really I did. I had to give her the best start in life, as this
was given to her brothers, why should she not have the same start.
I found doing anything with her
difficult, so we ended up just staying in bed all day whilst shipping the kids
to and fro from school in taxis. We just fed and fed and fed and fed and did
nothing else, she was such a hungry baby.
my boobs started growing again,
which im sure is down to her never getting off them and they grew all the way
back up to a LL cup *sigh*
BUT thankfully this time
around, the internet was awash with websites selling millions of bras, but only
a couple went up big enough for my huge bazookas!
The only website at the time
that had a bra that fit me was bravissimo and it was again, a very boring bra. But
that’s all I could wear.
Sophie continued to be a super
feeder and was constantly on my boobs. We couldn’t go anywhere without her
needing a feed and I was always finding myself in a random place trying to conveniently
feed her!
Up until she was about a year
old, I did this, but I soon got fed up, I had fed her for as long as I think
possible, but she didn’t want me to give up. I planned all along that if I
continued to feed, I would want to give up at a year, like I had with the other
boys.
I stopped wearing nursing bras
and went back to wearing my moulded cup bras and thought that this would deter Sophie
from getting a hold of them (she knew how to undo the clips on my nursing bra
and used to GRAB hold of them if she was hungry!)
I delayed weaning sophie too,
It wasn’t until she was about 9/10 months before I introduced her completely to
foods, we used the baby led weaning way of feeding which suited her completely,
I didnt forbid her any food that we ate and I never pureed or squished
anything, I just gave her what we had and she ate it!
BUT, she still wanted my milk...
I managed to get her down to a couple feeds during the day, by making it
extremely hard for her to get to them! But also, I did love the bond of
feeding, so at night-time she had as much as she liked.
With not wearing a nursing bra
tho, it became super awkward to feed her (see this post on what I found to help me!)
Eventually just before after
her 2nd birthday I managed to get her to stop feeding from me, I found the
bigger she got (at 2 years old she looked like a 3/4 year old) the more stares
and "looks" I got from people if I fed her. I had done above and
beyond my best for her; the bond we did share though was amazing and im so glad
that with my last baby I managed to give her the super duper best start in
life! Even if slightly begrudgingly!!!!
I wish when I had started to breast feed by boobs had been super smaller, as it would have made buying bras a lot more interesting and easier and also, If the internet & wealth of information had been readily about I might have had an easier time with my 1st son's problems..
But thankfully for all you guys who are pregnant or are feeding already, there are so many support networks, websites and online stores willing and ready to help you out.
My sponsor for CyberMummy this year is a wonderful lady, T-J. she runs a few websites, a blog and has a wealth of information for all you wonderful mums & mums to be!
have a look at some of them & i'm sure you'll find some support, advice or even a gorgeous BIG busty bra!! LOL
and her blog
