A seed of insecurity was planted the day I held my first born in my arms for the first time.
Don’t get me wrong, there was unexplainable joy and deep seeded love the moment our eyes met, but with it came dark feelings that I didn’t invite into my heart or home. And I made sure that the seed was firmly planted and nurtured every time I received unsolicited advice and when I compared myself to other moms: abilities, gadgets, nursing successes, weight loss etc…….
The Day the seed of insecurity bloomed. The cold room was filled with tired moms with fake smiles holding their babies. I had no idea what was awaiting, past those double doors. Our pediatrician began examining our son. His facial expressions were different as he questioned me about his bowel movements, eating habits, etc…. He went to get a nurse and they both examined him and left the room. Something was wrong.
He walked back in with a serious face and said “You can’t go home with your son.” Suddenly, time froze, his words and condescending voice just became one long sentence spoken in slow motion. Finally, I tuned back in and I heard him ask, “When was the last time you fed him?” He was now speaking to me as if I was a reckless, careless 15-year-old mom. It didn’t help that I did look that young, even though I was 28 years old.
“Mrs. Tuten, he is alarmingly under weight. He was born at 6.5 lbs and he has now lost more than a pound. I am afraid that he won’t make it through the weekend if I let you go home.”
He walked out and I sat there in the cold, sterile room holding my baby, truly feeling like a helpless 15-year-old.
My crying turned into sobbing, the nurse walked back in to clean up the doctors lack of tact and she began to reassure me that this is not my fault, that this could have happened to anyone . . . but the damage was done. I didn’t need anyone to help me feel guilty, but now I had a professional confirm that I really didn’t know what I was doing and, for that matter, everything I was doing was not good enough.
I felt shame, embarrasement, confusion and frustration and all I could do was sob as I held my sweet boy. Surely, this was just a dream. I must have slept through this appointment and I am just having an awful nightmare. I will wake up and this will all be over.
We spent 2 nights in the hospital, what seemed like an eternity. I watched my baby cry as the nurses poked and bruised his little arms in an attempt to put an IV in him. His tiny little 5 lb. body lay there with tubes running through him attached to a monitor. His diagnosis: “failure to function” or, as I interpreted it, careless mom who was unable to care and feed her child. What the doctor didn’t know was that I fed him every 3 hours. That I spent an hour each feeding trying to wake him, stimulate him, play with him in order to get him to nurse. He was a happy and content child after nursing with no signs of “failure to function.”
That day my spirit of mothering was crushed and I left the hospital with an insurmountable amount of baggage:
Guilit; I should have known he was near death?
Shame; I can’t even nurse my son properly, so what kind of mother am I?
Jealously; I couldn’t watch, much less hear, another mom gloat about their amazing nursing experiences.
And all of those feelings soon turned into resentment. From that day forward our nursing sessions looked like this: nursing for an hour, supplementing with a bottle, and then pumping. This all took about 2.5 hours, leaving only 30- 45 minutes of “free” time to get things done around the house before I had to nurse again. I did this for 6 long and hard months. Everyone cheered me on in this decision because this was the best thing for my son. Little did we know that it was the worst thing I could do for my son, myself and our family. Those six months were filled with exhaustion, bitterness, jealousy, and resentment leaving me drained and depressed. My husband encouraged me to let go of nursing, but I didn’t listen. I became a determined, crazy nursing mom – reading anything I could get my hands on about how to make this work, trying all sorts of crazy recipes to make my milk supply increase . . . .
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Now an explanation to what probably got you reading this far, my title for this article. In light of my negative experience I would still choose nursing if I had that choice. My hope is to encourage women to realize that it does take time and effort and to share that we don’t all have a choice in the matter of nursing. Some of us do have to reluctantly go and stand in front of the formula aisle for hours making ourselves buy it for the sake of our baby. I quickly realized what I wished more people would share with new moms, nursing does not come naturally. You do have to learn how to breastfeed your baby and for some the learning process is harder than others. I equate “natural” to something that does not need my active participation, it just happens. Babies don’t naturally latch on correctly(this is important) and suck to their heart’s content.
“Falling in-love. Making poo. Producing tears. Tummy flutters. Goosebumps. Cold shivers. Muscle cramps. Any of these fall neatly into the category of “natural”. Breastfeeding isn’t like that. At all. At best one could describe the production of colostrum as natural. I didn’t give a moments thought to its production, but there it was…ready and waiting when my babies were born. Breastfeeding, like so much of parenting, is learned. And like most things that are worth learning, it hurts. And takes time. And patience. And it almost always helps to have some kind of teacher (even if that teacher is a book).” via Learner Mom
Looking back now, I would tell myself:
- You’re not less of a woman if you don’t breastfeed.
- It’s okay if someone has to teach you and your baby how to breastfeed most need a lesson or two or three or four.
- Mari, all 3 of your kids are healthy even though you could only nurse one of them.
- It’s not your fault that nursing didn’t work for you all.
- Look at all those kids on the playground. Can you pick out the ones that were breastfed? NO.
- For the sake of your family and yourself; let it go. Yes, there are great advantages to breastfeeding, but clearly this is not working for you.
- Nursing can be hard and painful. Your boobs will fall apart from incorrect latching.
- After children, your life IS going to look different, it IS going to change, so embrace the change. Stop fighting it!
- Not to mention your body is going to change.
- Even if you’re exhausted and all you can manage to do is sit on the couch and flip channels, make time for yourself, for your hobbies, for your interests.
- Yes, YOU still exist under all that extra baby weight.
- Have realistic expectations- most likely your baby will not latch on without any help or go to sleep through the night in the first week and you won’t lose the baby fat in a week (so stop trying on those pre-baby jeans, hide them)…
- No, your baby is not born with this innate natural ability to breastfeed. Unlike all those videos you watched and claim this.
- You will enjoy your baby a lot more if you haven’t spent 80% of your day trying to feed him, and then feeling resentful, and then feeling guilty because you feel resentful.
- Everyone will want to give you unsolicited mothering advice. Take it with a grain of salt and pray for wisdom and be you.
- Throw modesty out the window the minute you walk into the labor room. You will show parts of your body that you didn’t know exist to complete strangers and nurses will come in the room, grab your boobs like there is nothing to it in order to help you nurse . . . .
- Whatever you do, for the first couple of bad nursing days stay away from those moms who gloat about the gallons of milk they have stored in the fridge and how their child feeds in 5 minutes.
- Don’t ever forget, that in the midst of all those dark feelings you LOVED your baby like crazy.
- Be vulnerable and talk about the frustrations you are having with nursing. You will be amazed at how many other moms have struggled.
- Stop the comparison it only robs your joy. What works for another mom may not work for you.
- You are not perfect- your baby will fall and get bruised (yes even on your watch), he may sit in a dirty diaper for hours, he will get sick, he may even cry himself to sleep . . . . Life happens.
Above all, pray like crazy. Pray for wisdom, discernment, sanity, love, patience and strength to make it through the day. Your desire should be to honor Him, not to please your friend who has all the baby bling or be the first mom to fit into your pre-baby pants or out-do that mom who is making gourmet baby food.
You are BEAUTIFUL! Don’t be afraid to be YOU as you mother. You are wonderfully made by God with different passions, skills and personality, so enjoy basking in His presence as He delights in giving you opportunities to shine, even if the spotlight is over a changing table.
“Let the King be enthralled by your beauty, honor Him, for He is your Lord.” Psalms 45:15
On a side note, we did discover later in life that I produce skim milk. In other words, my milk doesn’t have the fat that is needed for my babies to gain weight and grow. In spite of all our issues, I am glad to report that I have 3 healthy, handsome and growing boys. I learned after the first child well maybe it took the second one to accept that nursing wasn’t going to work for us. Thanks to God, even though the process has been long, insecurity, jealousy and bitterness are not a daily struggle in my life as a mother anymore!
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