Feel free to skip right over this post if you are having a great day... ;)
When Elise was born, after getting her elbow scraped on my cast, she latched on great and I thought, FINALLY - we will have a good nurser! (All of the kids have been terrible at the nursing thing. Russell was the best but I still lost all of my milk at 2 1/2 months.)
Then came the gagging and choking only to find that she had swallowed a bunch of fluid, so the nurses took her to watch her and had to suck out her stomach twice, uqualiing over 2 oz. So, her tummy had gotten pretty full with all that fluid plus all she had been eating from me. After that we could not get her to be happy cause she was STARVING. The nurse told us to only give her 10 cc's of formula so it wouldn't strech her belly - but it already had stretched so.... we gave her more so she would stop sreaming. Besides that she has the A-O incompatability so we knew we needed to do whatever we could to get the bilirubin out of her so she would not have to go on the bili bed (which was a nightmare with Hannah) and hopefully only have to do the blanket!
The nurse said the next morning (after getting VERY upset at me during the night) that it was a good thing we had done that because she had already lost 10% of her birthweight and her bilirubin levels had risen quite a bit.
So.... we borrowed a pump from the hospital and I figured I would just pump to feed her so that she could get the "best milk" and not have to worry about the fact that she now refused to latch on. Only problem.... the pump did not work for me at all... so after lots of tears and frustration and no milk we decided that we would just do formula.
And now I feel like a failure, a terrible mother that can't even feed her baby. And with the other kids even though I only fed them a couple of months - I felt like I had at least tried my hardest... Plus I am soooo fat. I can't even fit into most of my maternity clothes, and its not gonna get better because I don't have all the calories lost from feeding the baby. GROSS!
And all of my emotions are spilling out my eyeballs and I can't stop crying.
And my cast is really loose because the swelling from pregnancy has gone down and I hurt my stinkin arm again so I have to go back in to the Dr (another 4 hour visit probably) to get it recasted.
But right now Emma is holding Elise and the 4 kids are cuddled on the couch watching a movie and I feel so incredibly blessed. I am frustated that I will never be "that Mom" the one who looks like a hottie just weeks after giving birth (or days for some of my friends/family). The Mom that effortlessly breastfeeds her children till they are a year old and has no idea how lucky she is to be able to do that! So, even though I won't ever be "that Mom" I feel so blessed that I am able to be a Mom. These precious children bring us so much love and peace and joy. I thank heaven for them every moment - even the rough moments!
Thanks for letting me vent - if anyone even made it through that whole vent! This was more for me but I felt for some reason that I should share it here instead of just putting it on my personal thoughts blog! So, there you have it!