Fast forward and my son was born was early. I couldn't get him to latch to me to eat so the nurses bottle feed him. I asked for help to the lactation nurse. I even begged her to help me. She didn't care. She even told me she had another mother she had to help and to hurry up. The last day there her suppervisor came and told us that our lactating nurse was out for lunch but she was going to be back before I left the hospital at 12 pm. She came about 2 pm hopping we weren't there or that we didn't need her any more as we were waiting to be discharged. With a bad attitude she came with a manual pump and told me to pump for 10 min each and to call her when I finished so they could give it to my son. When she came we saw a look at the time we didn't know why but now I do it's that it was to late and I was giving out milk and not the first "colostral" that he should drink at birth.
Days later my son and I were still trying to get him to drink from my breast with no positive results. He used me as "pacifier" but he didn't drink from me.
Later he got bored of me being the pacifier and didn't even allow me to put my breast in his mouth.
My mother came days later to help me to get him to take me. By then my big size C breast had become smaller than size A. Telling you it hurt to see that what I had gain in my pregnancy I had lost because of the lack of breast feeding and Ironic because I was trying my hardest and I was failing.
A month had passed and he finally accepted me. It has horrible the screams and the crying of him because he didn't want to drink from me as he wanted the bottle.
Now that he accepted me, I see that I only had table spoons of milk not enough to fill his tommy which we had gotten him used to drinking 2 oz every hours.
I went to doctors for help. My general doctor told me "either he eats or he eats" there are no magic pill to get more milk the more he drinks the more you will make.
His doctor saw my sadness and willingness to fight for the right to breast feed him that she gave me a medication that made feel like I was on Fire. I took it all 7 days. I tolerated being cook alive inside out. My breast size return to normal size A. Happy to have seen them get a little bigger got me to have hope.
My FAULT!! I get it!!
I'm not blaming anyone. I knowing that when my son was going to be two months I was going to return home to my husband so I let my family have him part of the day.
Also I would be the night shift so I would sleep most of the day and i would be in silence with him at night. I wouldn't make a noise so no one would be bother and I wake up someone in the house. So I would wake up rush to the kitchen with him in my arms and make his milk and give it to him while I walked back to the room.
Well, I thought I was going to leave at the end of his second month so letting them have a little more time with him aas my way of making up that he wasn't going to be with them later on so I would not ask for Him to breastfeed him so when he cried I would get up and give them his bottle.
A month passed: When I found out the news that he had to stay for longer than i thought. Oh crap!! I made a mistake and my dentist showed it to me as she got me to realize that I needed to breastfeed him more often even that tablespoon that came out of me. All that week I breastfeed him as much as I could. I took a stand and asked for him to breastfeed him.
Another excuse!!
My tooth hurt so I started taking Advil every 6 hours and for 10 days I took medication to reduce the infection. A two days from taking this medication my son started to regect me to the point he didn't want to breastfeed. He would make an ewww face and make a gag noise after tasting my milk. It was decided not to give him breast milk for the 7 days + 2 to get the medication out of my system. BIG MISTAKE!!
Now he doesn't even want to be next to me because im trying to breastfeed him.
The sad question I must answer is what am I doing wrong that he doesn't want to drink breast milk?
Should I stop trying to make him drink breast milk?
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