Breast Isn't Always Best
We all hear the saying "breast is best" when it comes to the topic of breastfeeding your baby. It's doctor recommended, its free, and its most beneficial to you baby, and yourself. It provides bonding between you and your baby, it helps reduce stress, and help loose that baby weight. I can't argue with those facts and I won't because to be truthful I wanted to be able to breastfeed and provide all of those to my girls.

When I had Lexi, I was fully prepared. I had hired a Doula. I had everything prepared and lined up, a birth plan in place... Everything. I had full intentions of breastfeeding and began to work towards that the minute I could hold her. She struggled latching, but I continued on because I understood that it may take a bit of work. We spent 7 days in hospital due to her jaundice and complications with myself (although they never told me what exactly). During those days I had several nurses help me, show me different techniques that may help. I met with the lactation consultant, and I was doing everything right, milk was starting to come in...but something wasn't right. What pain I was prepared for, for some reason wasn't going away. Every feeding hurt more and more, I was bleeding, uncomfortable, and would feed her with tears running down my face from the pain it was causing.

I felt guilty, wondered if I was just weak? I questioned if I was holding her right or what I wasn't understanding, even though they told me I was doing it correctly. Then they discovered something... She was tongue tied. (A tongue tie is when the connective tissue on the underside of your tongue is still too far attached so movement is limited. It can cause eating, sleeping and speech issues later in life) We opted to have it fixed. It took them 2 seconds and she didn't even cry.
So back we went to breastfeeding since her issue had been corrected she should be able to suck properly without just clamping down like she had been. At this point I was already in so much pain and had damage that needed to heal. I attempted pumping, and feeding her through a bottle, but I could barely produce enough.
I felt like a failure. I wanted to provide her with what was "best". I was in pain, I felt weak, I felt like I was already failing at being a mom a week into having her. It was so much pressure and expectations that were just triggering depression. I struggled to give her what I could for 3 excruciating months, until I finally gave up.
Once I made this decision things got easier, she started sleeping better, and I was happier. I felt good about everything until I would attend a mommy and me class and see all the moms breastfeeding. I would be pulling out bottles and formula to mix up wondering what they thought. I was already the youngest mom there, and I definitely felt like an outsider. Although I'm sure many of these women didn't judge me for this, I wished I was able to provide my daughter with what they were able to for their children. The jealousy and mom guilt sucked.
When I had my twins, I again, was fully prepared to breastfeed. But with twins it's a totally different ball game. I imagined being able to have that connection, cuddle, feed and embrace it. Reality is that you can't embrace much when there's two (It's survival). Fortunately I WAS more successful with the twins!!
They were not tongue tied and the experience was much less painful, and I was able to have some enjoyable bonding moments.( I will forever treasure those memories with them) My supply however wasn't enough. Two babies were demanding 4 oz EACH every hour, I was barely producing 4 oz total a hour. It was constant pumping, eating foods that would increase my supply, taking supplements, IT WAS EXHAUSTING.
Trying to juggle the girls, and keep them on schedule was draining but necessary for our sanity. It was especially challenging because people were coming to visit and help (which was very needed) but it made breastfeeding more challenging because I was continually pumping. Although no one cared, I felt weird trying to have a coffee with the loud sound of the breast pump going. I also wasn't fully comfortable with my nephew or dad or father in law while I was trying to do this. So a visit from them meant I fell behind and everything was thrown off. I was depressed. I don't think there's ever been a point where I've been as mentally low as that time in my life.

I again managed to get 3 months in before I had nothing left for them. I know that moving to formula was not only my only option (I wasn't producing) , but necessary for my mental health. I feel good about myself knowing I tried and that they got the most important nutrients from the first few months. It still however bothers me when I see "breast is best" or a mom who makes a comment to me about the formula without knowing my story.
I'm not really sure the purpose of me sharing this experience except for to put it out there and to make it known that ITS OKAY to NOT BREASTFEED.
Being a HAPPY, HEALTHY, and functioning mother is more important. Plus one day your going to have a toddler who eats dirt and only wants hot-dogs for dinner so really why are we so hard don ourselves. The expectations to be the "perfect" mom are too much.
As mom's we NEED to be accepting of each other. We are all going to do things differently so WHO CARES! We all love our kids, that's all that matters. We just got to keep going and hopefully we wont screw them up too bad!
Much Love, Teesha.