During pregnancy, I tried to enjoy life. Been contemplating flowers-lepespochki and did not want to think what awaits me from the moment of birth of the baby. And in vain, and I understood it already in the hospital.
When I was brought my happiness, for about ten minutes I tried to give my baby a breast: I offered, I lured, almost smacked myself and tried to show what to do with it. And all to no avail. Docha first silently watched, then turned away and burst into tears. I had to call a pediatrician, and only with its help we were able to entrap the child to suck on breast full of milk.
From the maternity home, I arrived with a favorite package on my hands, and with stone breasts. Fortunately, a brilliant engineering creation awaited me at home – the breast pump! Even in the hospital, I wrote to my husband sms, asking him to buy it for any money, even if you give the whole salary along with the maternity wards, just get it to me. Husband imbued and bought it to me without any problems.
From that very moment, I began an independent study of these two magic letters GW. As a result, I came up with the three rules for happy breastfeeding.
My rule number 1: buy a breast pump in advance to your own taste and color, choose the one that will be convenient for you, not your husband. There are a lot of options: electrical, mechanical, piston, pump. I had the usual mechanical. The hand is sometimes tired, but it is tolerable. The main thing is that he decanted.
Exactly a month later came to attack called lactostasis. On this very day, my husband and I had a wedding anniversary. I was waiting for a new dress, a visit to the salon and an evening with a loved one in a chic restaurant. In the end, this evening I spent in the hospital with a high temperature. I was ready to hear about a terrible unknown disease before, I did not understand what was happening to me.
It was a Saturday night. The hospital is paid. In the end, I went through two doctors, they did an ultrasound, they offered me another test, but I refused. The doctor said that everything is in order, I am healthy, and at the end of the reception I asked hopefully: maybe my chest hurts, – I answered: well, a little, the diagnosis was made quickly – lactostasis. And having received another referral for breast ultrasound, then to the mammologist, I went home with a full breast, as I did not feed the baby for half a day.
Lovely girls, do not repeat my mistakes: milk stagnation is a very common problem at the very beginning of breastfeeding! If you feel a slight painful tightness in your chest, and even more, a rise in temperature, urgently run to express yourselves by any means.
The solution was not found immediately
My miracle of technology could not dissolve my lactostasis, and with it I went for two weeks, bypassing four doctors. In addition, a nipple crack appeared on the same breast. I was just crazy about this pain and temperature.
The fourth doctor, having looked, sent me not to an ultrasound and not to the pharmacy for another healing ointment, but sent me to express my hands, moreover. I began to object that I couldn’t take care of myself, she said firmly: I must – and I dutifully went. She studied hard, and in the end everything turned out. The pain passed quite quickly, the crack healed in about three weeks.
Here bepanten has helped me a lot (analog d panthenol). My rule number two is to smear cracks, and not to give a child a sick chest, to decant for the time of healing with hands.
Failure of the child from the breast
From then on, I began to receive continuous pleasure from HB, especially at night, it was not necessary to warm up the mixture, wash and sterilize the bottles. And what kind of savings, without cans something! But my daughter decided otherwise, and in 6 months she refused to breast.
There was no pediatrician from the maternity hospital; I had to cope with it myself. I lured, lured, dad showed that it was very tasty and now he would eat everything himself, music was playing around his chest, lights were burning and showing cartoons (although I’m against those at that age, but why not go for such a thing) and everything was in vain . If she stared at the lights and accidentally, out of habit, took a couple of sips, then she began to cry offended, she could read in her eyes, she said, I will not !.
The failure occurred due to the schooling of the child to the nipple and the bottle. I realized that already after. After three months of such a struggle, my daughter took pity on us and nevertheless began to suckle, but the milk had already begun to disappear and only enough for the night. From this follows my rule number three: decant, no matter what, the more often I do it, the more milk will come.
Now we are 9 months old, breastfeeding only at night, there is very little milk. The whole struggle to preserve milk has developed, at least to last a year.
And today I can say with confidence that, in spite of pain, some inconveniences, wet bras and spots on sweaters, breastfeeding is a special connection that binds mother and baby, you feel an indescribable feeling when you hold the baby to your chest, and her little lips suck milk. You need to fight for it, you need to take care of it!
I, unfortunately, did not immediately understand it. But with the second child, I will definitely observe my three rules! I would be glad if they are useful to you.
And how did you keep the opportunity to breastfeed?