“Rome wasn’t built in 1 day”
The above quote is probably by far one of the most popular idioms in the English language. But that is the only phrase that has lifted my mood whenever I’m ready to throw a pitty party for myself. In a previous blog post I talk about my recent plunge in milk supply and my struggle to increase and pump enough milk for baby Aiden.
I am feeling much more optimistic today because I was able to pump 11oz. Now some may say that’s a lot. Others may say that’s not much. We must all keep in mind that every momma and child is different. I am sure that if I were to poll a group of moms, no two moms would have the same output of milk. For baby Aiden and me 11oz is still 7-10oz short of what he drinks at daycare. But 11oz is a 1/2oz more than yesterday and it’s 3oz more than last week and the week before. 11oz means that I will have to continue pumping one side while I nurse him on the other. 11oz means that we may have to use up the last of my freezer stash to ensure he has enough tomorrow. To me 11oz means that my efforts are paying off. And despite the speed bumps I will be able to continue to nourish my child the way I choose to do so.
I know many other moms out there are going through similar issues with breastfeeding. What are they and how have you over come them?
Please use the comment box to share your stories, challenges, and successes. You never know how many Momma’s you can influence.
You ever feel as though aside from the hundreds of duties you are awarded as a mom the most time consuming and daunting task is that of a personal nail technician?
Well I sure do feel that way about my children’s nails. I remember reading about ‘baby essential items’ as we prepared for DJ’s arrival and made sure we had nail filers as well as nail clippers. But what no one told me was how often I would have to trim and file them. I find myself needing to clip nails at least every 3 days! I typically don’t go looking around to do it, but usually I get an unpleasant reminder. With baby Aiden I’ll begin to see scratches somewhere around his face. Then with DJ, I typically get very irritated when he gives me a pinch in the middle of his ‘I don’t want to go to bed tantrum’. You see when a two year old pinches you, most of the time it isn’t so bad. But when you add long nails to that pinch…boy are you in for a world of pain.
Last night after a long 8 hour day at work, 2 hours of commuting in a crowded subway train, 8 pumping sessions, sore nipples, a long walk home from daycare (with an extremely inquisitive an talkative 2 year old & wearing a 22 lb. 6month old in a Bjorn Carrier ), finally followed by an hour long dinner at grandmas house… I was beat! And seriously, who wouldn’t?? I found myself putting both boys to sleep on our recliner. Aiden nursing on my left as he laid on his Boppy pillow and DJ was resting in the fold of my right arm holding his baby doll Ayanna and drinking milk as I read 2 of his favorite books. Llama Llama Red Pajama by Anna Dewdney and Subway by Anastasia Suen. Eventually they both fell asleep and I switched from my nutrition and nurturing mothering role into my role as Nail Technician. I trimmed 20 fingernails and 20 toes. Then filed 20 fingernails and 20 toes to make sure they weren’t too sharp. Whew! Did I mention this all happened on the recliner while they were both asleep, sweating and drooling all over me.
I tell you it was a long, long day. I know it wasn’t the first and it certainly won’t be the last. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mommas nail spa is now closed! Until this weekend of course, when we will have to do it all over again!
The last few days have been so emotionally and physically draining for me. My milk supply has been dwindling despite my Herculean efforts to maintain it.
A little history on me: I am a mom of two beautiful boys Doran Jr. & Aiden. I also work full time as a Social Worker providing parenting advice/counseling to a caseload of 150 NYC mothers who are raising their children in poverty. I have a loving and committed boyfriend who is an amazing father and despite it sounding like a cliche, he is my best friend. I am the oldest of three girls raised by an extremely resilient single mother. My family is very small but from there is where I draw all of the strength and motivation to do all that I do.
It is at times like these where I question how far I can push myself. How strong are my beliefs and dedication to my son? Should I give in???
Baby Aiden will be 6 months the 18th of this month. I have been exclusively breastfeeding him since birth. Since I work full time he is at daycare pretty much all day since he was almost 3months old. I have not really had any issues with my supply until about 2 weeks ago. Aiden is a chubby little guy who certainly eats a lot. He has been consuming about 16-20oz per day at daycare for the last couple of months. I pump 3x at work for about 20 minutes minimum. Sometimes more but always atleast 20 minutes. 2 weeks ago I started only pumping out 8 ounces and I started to freak out. I am doing all of the right things that are topically recommended in order to maintain and boost a healthy breast milk supply. I have been nursing on demand, co-sleeping, pumping in between feedings, sleeping (at least 7-8 hours/night even when it means that I neglect chores like the laundry and dishes), drinking a minimum of 68oz of water a day, skin to skin contact, warm baths, and I’ve even tried galactagouges. I’ve been drinking 3-5 cups of Mothers Milk Tea, taking fenugreek pills, More Milk Plus pills, and lastly I just backed a huge batch of lactation cookies. The cookies are as delicious as they are healthy but I have not really noticed much of an improvement. Today I was able to pump 10.25oz. Which is up 2oz from last week but still about 8oz short of what Aiden needs for tomorrow at daycare. He will have all breast milk tomorrow since I still have 16oz left of frozen Milk. But after I use that up, my precious stash that was over 120oz when I started work on 8/21/12 will be gone.
Now what do I do? What can I do? If this continues I will be forced to give Aiden formula and for me that’s a huge No No!!! I was able to exclusively breastfeed my 2 year old Doran until he was 10 months old and then had to supplement with formula. But that was because unbeknownst to me, I was pregnant with Aiden and the hormonal changes in the pregnancy caused my milk to lower. I still breastfed Doran until he was one though.
Now my poor baby Aiden. I know I am a great mother but I can’t help but feel that I have failed him. He deserves nothing but the best and that is my breast milk but I can’t do it. I don’t know what else to try. I dont know what to do! I feel like balling up and just crying but I know that’ll only make me more stress this causing me to have even less milk.
Mommas of the world, what do you recommend?