I’ve been lucky enough to establish breastfeeding well and haven’t had too many problems with it which I’m glad about as I really wanted to do it. However, I’m not the kind of mum that thinks breastfeeding is the only way and for the last month I’ve been giving Isabella a bottle of formula a day for when we’re out and about.
It’s not that I mind breastfeeding in public because it’s the most natural thing in the world and anyone who has a problem with it can piss off. However, sometimes when we’re in a quiet restaurant and people look over because she’s crying, I find it difficult to get her latched on whilst keeping covered. I hate the feeling of being all flustered and she’ll drink a bottle within minutes, where as otherwise I can be there for 20/30 minutes unable to do anything else. Then I feel bad for pulling her off, having no idea how much she’s actually had. It then means she’ll go a good 4 hours until her next feed, where as otherwise she’s hungry again after 2 and my nipples can’t quite take it sometimes.
I use HIPP organic combiotic first infant milk and she absolutely loves it. I gave her aptamil at first as that’s the one I’d seen on tv but I found it made her more sick and brought her out in spots on her face and nappy rash. I’ve also tasted them both and the HIPP tastes a lot nicer and less artificial than the aptamil but it just depends what different babies get on with.
As lovely as breastfeeding is for bonding and giving them the antibodies they need, it definitely takes it out of you and has made me a lot hungrier. I also now have one massive boob and one tiny one from where she clearly prefers one side. I have tried everything to try and get the milk production going again; from hours of pumping to only feeding her on the other side but nothing works. A fun game Isabella likes to play is ‘how far can I stretch my mum’s nipples until they fall off’. The answer is pretty fucking far. And it is agony. She finds it hilarious of course and since getting her bottom teeth, the games have become even funner for her and even less fun for me.
I have to be careful with the amount of spicy food and garlic I can eat as I find it can upset her stomach. The other week my brother made me a curry not realising you aren’t supposed to use a whole jar of patak’s paste. Her wind was so horrific for about 3 days after that, you needed a gas mask around her the poor little thing.
I will probably carry on for the foreseeable as now she’s starting to have more solids, she will gradually slow down her milk intake. I won’t lie though, i’m looking forward to wearing pretty underwear again instead of the frumpy, mumsy bras that require breast pads in at all times. My let down seems to be so fast that I get soaked every feed and even the whimper of some random kid when out and about gets them going. I’m also looking forward to not being so limited with the clothes I can wear. I don’t suit mumsy styles so it’s pretty much just shirts and baggy tees at the moment and even t-shirts can be tricky when lifting up not to flash my flabby belly to the world.
Let me know your breastfeeding experiences, good or bad!