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"It wasn’t about my struggle though, or my sore nipples, or my frustration—it was about my new best friend in the world, and he was hungry."

Breastfeeding Sucks

The first two days with my newborn were hell. 

Those weren’t exactly the words I’d expected to come out of my mouth as a first-time mom, but from the moment my new little man laid eyes on my breasts, his reaction was to scream. I had intended to breastfeed, but just like I had planned on having my baby sleep through the night at eight-weeks-old, I was aware that things were pretty unpredictable. What I didn’t know was that the transition from breastfeeding to formula was going to be (I perceived at the time) my first failure in motherhood.

Oliver (Olly) was delivered at a downtown Manhattan hospital. After 18 hours of labor, a long pregnancy that left me 55 pounds heavier, and a whole life of waiting to be a mom, the moment had finally arrived.

In the maternity ward, the culture of breastfeeding became my new world. By the time Olly was introduced to my naked chest he was incredibly hungry, and due to my, let’s just say challenging nipples, it was as if the poor guy was trying to suck a melon through a straw. But the nurses all seemed to be of one belief system: breast is best. I knew about the general positives of breastfeeding that I had learned in classes and books, so I didn’t think they were that out of line for encouraging me.

There’s no arguing that the antibodies found in breast milk that help build a healthy immune system cannot be found in formula. I had read that breast milk can reduce the risk of cancer, obesity, respiratory problems, blood disorders and so on, so of course I was going to try to give my child the best start possible. But the nurses’ “healthy” encouragement soon become dictated instruction that left me feeling guilty for not doing such a great job.

I met with three lactation consultants, all with different strategies to get Olly sucking, and each one of them remarked on his impatience. But was he impatient or just hungry? I began to question them on why breast milk is leaps and bounds better than formula. They all had the same ambiguous look as they answered by saying, “It’s just better for your baby.” That was it—it was just “better.” So I continued blindly, pushing my two-day-old baby and myself to just be “better.”

After a day and a half of different nurses meandering in and casually giving me a purple nurple, telling me that I just had to just grin and bear it, I began to think of them as brainwashed. “My baby isn’t getting any nutrients—isn’t that bad?” I’d say. “It’s normal to lose weight in their first few days of life,” they’d respond. They all said that every new mom met challenges with breastfeeding, but that in the end the rewards always outweighed the struggle.

It wasn’t about my struggle though, or my sore nipples, or my frustration—it was about my new best friend in the world, and he was hungry. That was it. That was all that mattered.

I got the feeling from these nurses that if I were to feed him formula it would be like pouring a bottle of vodka down his throat. At that point, my determination to breastfeed was there not because of my personal belief in the benefits, but because of the social pressure I felt around me.

Towards the end of the second day, tired and defeated, I sat limply holding the back of Olly’s neck, trying to place him directly in front of my nipple. As tears gently fell down my cheek, a woman walked into the room. Olly’s back was arched and he was screaming bloody murder. The woman leaned in and said, “My baby was just as hungry when he was born and I wasn’t producing enough milk, so I supplemented with formula.” Promptly sitting up, I looked at her with starstruck eyes; someone was actually going to help me. She took a look around, like a dealer about to sell drugs, and told me that if I wanted, she’d bring me a secret stash of formula.

After I had said, “Yes!” a little too excitedly, she came back with six or seven bottles and hid them in my overnight bag. I was crying as I opened the bottle and attached the plastic nipple. I was so desperate to have my child’s belly full that my need to feel competent as a breastfeeding mother disappeared completely. As soon as Olly’s lips made contact with that pseudo boob, his eyes fluttered and rolled back blissfully into his head. The room was quiet, and I could actually hear Manhattan’s nature sounds: sirens and honking cars. It was so very peaceful.

A couple of months later, after what felt like hundreds of hours at the pump station, I eventually gave him formula full time. I knew from my pediatrician that there were discrepancies about the scientific evidence that breast milk will, for example, produce a smarter baby, or that a formula-fed baby will have a weaker immune system. The doctor looked at me, as Olly lay sleeping against my bare skin, and said, “See, there is no difference between the way you bond with your baby and all the other breastfeeding moms out there.” If Olly hadn’t been sleeping so peacefully, I would have jumped into her arms.

People who find out I quit pumping after six weeks might think I just didn’t try hard enough, or that I’m just not fully educated on the benefits of breastfeeding. But there came my first lesson in parenting: It doesn’t matter what they think. What matters is that I have a happy baby.

~ Trish Bentley

Trish Bentley is the Editor of The Purple Fig. She loves writing and talking about girly shizzle–hence the creation of The Purple Fig. She graduated from The New School University in NYC with a B.A (concentration in writing). She lives in Toronto with her English hubby and their two boys. 

Twitter: twitter.com/thepurplefigmag

8 comments
Person
Person

The most important thing is to do what works best for you and your child. There are plenty of reasons to breast feed, plenty not to. It all depends on the situation, and the baby itself (after all, some of them refuse the bottle, and some of them... aren't very good at breast feeding). It's up to you and your specific circumstance with your baby. No one else should think it is okay to shame you for picking one over the other.

zelia
zelia

just found you on facebook and found this article - this could be about ME, to a T.  i tried so hard for 2 weeks to breastfeed my first, until a midwife visited my house (i was in the UK), took one look at my swollen red eyes, distended boobs (double mastitis) and general gut-wrenching despair and told me to go and get the formula.  the guilt stayed with me a long time, and was overwhelming.  i totally felt i had failed as a mother and just needed someone to tell me i hadn't - there were all these breastfeeding support groups, but where were the support groups for those of us who tried so hard but just couldn't do it??

i breast fed my second baby for exactly 136 days (but who's counting), but it was one long uphill battle, countless trips to the lactation consultants/breastfeeding clinics, and frustration for both of us.  the day i introduced formula was a great day for us both, and we immediately became closer since i didn't have to dread 'feeding time' any longer.  so to all those who say you can only bond properly by breastfeeding, total BOLLOCKS!

galitbreen
galitbreen

Hi Trish,

 

Thanks so much for sharing your words here. It's so, so very important for women to talk openly about their experiences!

 

Thank goodness for formula "dealers" and huggable doctors, right? :)

 

Thanks again for sharing your story!

 

Best,

Galit Breen

John
John

That is almost a mirror image of our experience. Glad you were able to get over the guilt that others seemed to try to impose. I just remember the hours my wife spent with the breast pump too ...

Trish
Trish

Thanks Sarah! I appreciate you reading. Trish

Sarah Miller
Sarah Miller

This is an inspiring piece. Thank you for writing.

Trish
Trish

Thanks for reading John!