Friday, July 13, 2012
When my boy was born, I did much of the same things. I only nursed him for 6 months, because he started biting. Our nursing relationship ended immediately. I felt slightly failure-ish, but he got good formula and did just fine with it.
Up until that point, I was proud of how big my kids grew, and how chubby they were off my super-powered breast milk.
The twins came into the world, and I nursed for three days out of the hospital and quit. They weren't latching on, they didn't WANT it. They were given formula in a bottle at the hospital (they were born low blood sugar and needed to eat) and they preferred it. I cried and cried over the fact that my milk wasn't coming in. Right off the bat, I felt like a failure mom because I couldn't nurse these two babies.
So I did what any normal mom would do. I went to the liquor store, bought a six-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade and a pack of Marlboro Lights and sat on my deck, shaking at how I was going to manage this, and got drunk. Normal right?
Those little dudes ended up on generic formula faster than you can say...generic formula. I let it go pretty fast, and guess what? My daughter and son had ear infections, allergies, tonsil and adenoid removals, colic, and eczema. My twins...healthy as can be. It kind of takes away my super-powered breast milk title I guess.