My name is Samantha and I’m a struggling nursing mother. I’ve never blogged before. I’ve never even been a “blog-reader” type of person. I’ve just been through quite an interesting journey. One of the specialists I took Ruby to see suggested this. So, just a heads up: I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m blogging to have an outlet for what I’m going through and also thinking and hoping it might help someone else.
Anyway, I hope this can help someone else and maybe even offer entertainment to others. I have very strong opinions about things that I will probably be sharing. You may disagree with me and that’s ok. But I’m still entitled to have my own opinion, as are you. If I offend anyone on here, please know it’s not intentional and that I am writing primarily for an outlet. So, I hope you enjoy!
I nursed my DD#1, Loretta, just fine. We had a rocky start, but a nipple shield and a few weeks worth of endurance, we went on have an awesome nursing relationship. i intended to tandem nurse when I found out I was pregnant with DD#2, Ruby, but my milk druid up completely at four months pregnant and Loretta lost interest.
Because I did so much reading, researching, and went through a decent amount of trouble to nurse Loretta, I FOOLISHLY thought nursing Ruby would be a breeze. YEAH, RIGHT!!!!
So after a speedy and somewhat pleasant labor and birth at Fruitfulvine Midwifery Service’s Birth Center (only freak Bradley students like me would describe the birth process as pleasant), I gave birth to Little Miss Ruby Sue. Five pounds, 2 ounces. So we are already behind the power curve on size and weight here.
So today, Ruby is six months, 4 days old and only weighs eight pounds. Yes, you read that right…. eight lousy, stinkin’ pounds. So for the hours, and hours, and HOURS I have spent nursing her… For the weeks, and weeks, and WEEKS Ive stayed cooped up inside my house with a two year old… For the days, and days, and DAYS that the house is hideously unkept and the laundry not washed or folded… For the nights, and nights, AND NIGHTS I’ve not slept for more than 2 hours are a time… I have a six month old baby girl who only weighs 8 pounds. Eight pounds. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8… 8 pounds… EIGHT. E.I.G.H.T. POUNDS!!!!!
Oh the ridicule I’ve endured. The jokes I’ve been the brunt of. The opinions I’ve listened to. The flat out harassment. I’ve even had lunatic people follow me around Dillards bugging me about her weight! FOLLOW ME AROUND DILLARDS!!! The worst part of that particular story… she was an employee!
And the comments people make and questions people ask… “AWWWW….. what a cute baby. Shes holding her head up so well. How many DAYS old is she?” Me: “Well, she’s actually 6 months old now. There’s approximately 30 days in a month. 6 x 30 = 180. She’s 180 days old, Thank you.” Do they take the hint? NO! THEY KEEP ON!!! “ohh….. what’s wrong with her?” Seriously? You’re a complete stranger, why do you care and do you really think I’m going to tell you the complete medical background of my daughter while we stand in line for the bathroom? and even if I did, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO STAND THERE AND LISTEN TO ME GRIPE FOR 20 MINUTES?!?!?!?!
*gets off soap box. Smooths out hair. Straightens cloths and gently clears throat*
Nursing Ruby has been an adventure to say the least. And it’s not over yet. As a result of a posterior tongue tie that went undiagnosed until she was 2 months old, she has improper oral motor skills and weak muscle tone in her mouth. After circumstances alined in nothing short of a miracle she was able to have a franeoplasty under general anesthesia to have it clipped when she was a little older than three months. But going so long without being able to move her tongue properly, she lost the skills and muscle tone she was born with. unfortunately we JUST found that out.
From time to time I may post stories about past experiences. I’ll head those “Flashback.” I also will put information up that I hope will be helpful to other nursing moms.