Our Breastfeeding Story

When we found out we were pregnant I knew I wanted to breastfeed if I could. Our approach with Enzo has really been about keeping things as natural and organic as possible. We use a free and clear detergent, organic bath products for him, cloth diapers, and plan to make our own baby food. So breastfeeding seemed to fit naturally into our parenting ideals. I attended a breastfeeding class to learn about the common challenges, and read a couple of books to further educate myself. I ordered a pump and got all the supplies. And then I crossed my fingers.

As soon as Enzo was born and checked out by the doctor’s we did skin-to-skin time for quite a while. He naturally found his way to the breast, latched, and nursed. I think it also helped that we had a wonderful labor nurse who helped guide that whole process. Later that evening we moved to the mother and baby unit and Enzo successfully nursed again.

The next day is a bit of a blur because it was Easter and we had lots of visitors but basically Enzo didn’t nurse much and he slept quite a bit. No one really seem concerned about this throughout the day. We tried to nurse and struggled a little bit with latching and him just falling asleep. The nurses showed us how to try to wake him up but he really didn’t care. He was tired.

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Our troubles really began when the day shift ended and the night shift began. The nurse on the night shift was really concerned about him not being all that interested in nursing and with his troubles latching. I remember being told that if he didn’t nurse well before 10pm that day we’d have to introduce a nipple shield and supplement. From everything I read I thought this seemed a bit aggressive but what did I know? Surely this nurse knew better than me. Enzo didn’t nurse well and we were introduced to a nipple shield. We also had to give him formula via a syringe. And I had to pump to try to stimulate my breasts.

The next morning the pediatrician on duty really set things off. Ours wasn’t on rotation at the time. He was extremely concerned with Enzo’s eating and recommended that he take 30-45cc in supplementation per day. This set off many of the nurses on the floor and the lactation consultant. A newborn’s stomach isn’t even big enough to hold that amount is what they all said. The day nurse that day was extremely supportive, as was the lactation consultant. Everyone really felt that Enzo was just kind of lazy when it came to eating but he was doing just fine latching with the nipple shield. We got a TON of advice. And different advice from the doctors, nurses, and lactation consultant. It was a bit overwhelming and in hindsight we didn’t really know enough at the time to just take the advice and trust our guts.

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We were discharged late on Monday afternoon since the pediatrician wouldn’t discharge us until Enzo peed. We had to sign and agree to a supplementation plan in order to leave. Every 2 hours we went through the same routine, breastfeed for 15 minutes per breast, then supplement, then pump. In all the process took almost an hour and half if I were to do it alone. Michael would give him the supplement and while he did that I would pump to save us time. So it was an hour on, an hour off. It was a pace that was challenging to keep up with and exhausting for everyone. The first night home was basically a nightmare. At some point all 3 of us cried. Hence we had a rule in our house for a while that only one adult could meltdown when the baby was melting down. I’m happy to say that now we have a rule that only of the 3 of us can meltdown at a time.

That Tuesday we had to go to the pediatrician for a weight check. Our pediatrician agreed that the plan we were sent home with was a pace we could not maintain. She suggested that I pump every other feeding so we would have more time to rest. And she cut back the amount of supplement he got. We continued to go every other day for weight checks. Less than a week after birth Enzo had gained a full pound. We were all anxiously awaiting my milk to come as the pediatrician felt that then we would be able to stop supplementing. My milk did come in but I never felt engorged, I never leaked, I never felt full, and I never felt the let down. Still no one was too concerned. I continued to pump 3 times a day to increase my supply and we used that milk to supplement.

I ate every food in the books to increase my supply. I had steel-cut oats everyday for breakfast, boobie balls for snacks. I drank Mother’s Milk tea and tons of water. I took fenugeek and brewer’s yeast. It seemed like for a while things were finally clicking. The pediatrician gave us her blessing to wean off formula and just supplement with pumped breast milk when needed. Enzo was latching and nursing at times without the nipple shield and was continuing to gain weight.   Things seemed to be going well.

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Enzo was still a bit fussy and really hard to settle at times. I remember having our newborn photos done and we couldn’t get him to calm down. He was happiest being held so I ended up wearing him all the time. Motion also seemed to help so walks in the stroller were also good, as was the Mamaroo that we ended up getting basically out of desperation. We didn’t think much of this and just figured we had a fussy newborn. My mom was in town that third week and somehow got him to nap in the crib for 30 minutes and it felt like huge progress!

It was also during my Mom’s visit that Enzo started to get really fussy around 4:30pm. He was only happy on the breast so we kept feeding him. We just thought he was cluster feeding. For the first few nights this was ok but then eventually he was on the breast from about 4pm to Midnight with only short breaks of about 15-20 minutes in between. It just didn’t seem right. He also no longer seemed to like his walks and would just scream the whole time. His face had started to break out and he seemed like he wasn’t looking as chubby. That week he didn’t poop for days. I called the pediatrician out of concern and was told that this was OK because he was breastfeed. They asked if he was stilling having wet diapers and I said he was (in hindsight he wasn’t but I was a new mom and didn’t know any better).We talked about his fussiness and they thought it could be gas. They suggested gas drops to help calm him. This seemed to help a little but was no means a solution.  He ended up pooping before too many days had passed and before we knew it and it was the weekend. I remember that Saturday night he just screamed for hours. Out of desperation we drove him around in the car just so he would sleep and we could have some peace and quiet.  We were up all hours of the night…I would feed him, Michael would try to calm him. It was the only way anyone could get some sleep. He also really started to fight me every time I’d feed him. He’d claw at me and I would basically have to hold his head to my breast in order for him to eat.

The Sunday following our desperate Saturday evening car ride I remember lying in bed with Michael and Enzo crying out of frustration. I wasn’t feeling like breastfeeding was a magical experience and I felt like a machine. At this point I was feeding him so much that I really didn’t get to experience the good stuff like snuggles, tummy time, and baths. I was just so relieved to not have him attached to me at that point. I was also feeling so anxious about how we would have any life with him breastfeeding so much. Or how I would ever be able to go anywhere alone. It also made me feel awful that he was clawing at me when he would eat. It was a really low day.

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Things didn’t improve that night and by Monday morning Michael had reached a breaking point. All he could think was that Enzo was hungry and he wanted to give him some formula. He ignored my tears and pleas not to ruin all my hard work and gave Enzo 2oz. of formula (thank god he did). It was gone in about 30 seconds. Another 2 oz. proceeded to disappear just as quickly. We were on our way to watch the Boston Marathon with friends and their newborn. Enzo slept the whole time we were out and was the happiest we had seen him in weeks. He was so relaxed and easy. On the way to the marathon we called and made an appointment with the pediatrician. We wanted to have Enzo weighed and go from there.

At our appointment later that day we discovered he’d lost all of the weight he’d gained and was actually a lower weight than when we left the hospital. Our pediatrician told us we had to supplement. I could keep breastfeeding but only for 15 minutes and then we had to give him as much formula as he wanted. It was obvious I wasn’t producing enough milk to feed our little guy. We had a long discussion about whether to switch to formula completely or to stick with breastfeeding. She felt that Enzo had received almost a month of breast milk and that was great. Her advice was to make a decision and just go forward. It wasn’t worth dwelling on it or making ourselves feel bad. She also assured me that we had put in quite the effort.

When we left the appointment I spent most of the afternoon crying. I felt horrible that we’d been essentially starving Enzo. We talked a lot about what we wanted to do and we both agreed that some breast milk was better than none so the plan was to breastfeed and supplement. Later that evening I ended up feeling really lousy. My boob hurt, and I had horrible chills. The next morning I woke up with a 102F fever. Mastitis. Enzo wanted no part of the breast and I couldn’t force the kid anymore.

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Over the next week I continued to pump multiple times a day. At first I was getting about an ounce a day but that quickly diminished and by the next week it would take days to get an ounce. I was only getting 5ml total per session at the end. Luckily I have amazing girlfriends who told me to give it up, pour a glass of wine, and enjoy my freedom. I did end up doing that because I felt that the time I was spending pumping could be spent nurturing Enzo in some other beneficial way.

In all Enzo received breastmilk for the first 4 weeks. I felt such relief when we switched to formula completely. Enzo became a totally different baby. He was so happy, barely cried, slept great, and was a joy to be with. We finally started having that incredible mother/baby relationship everyone describes and we were able to start experiencing things as a family. We no longer felt confined to our home and Michael and I didn’t need to worry about whether or not he was getting enough. It was amazing to see Enzo gain over a pound each week and to get caught up in terms of his growth. Our pediatrician couldn’t get over how much better and happier our whole family seemed once we stopped breastfeeding. Switching to formula completely changed our family dynamic. Michael could help with night-time feedings, I could get sleep. We were even able to go on a date. EVERYTHING got better for us once I stopped breastfeeding. I’m happy I stuck with it and put the effort in but we do often wonder how the early weeks could have been if he had just been getting enough to eat.

We do also wonder how our experience could have been different if we had a different pediatrician and nurses on duty that night in the hospital. Since we’ve shared our story we have learned that the approach was rather aggressive and not very pro-breastfeeding. Also wonder how our experience could have been different if we trusted our guts a bit more. But we were first time parents just doing our best so it’s hard to beat ourselves up over that.

We’ve learned that a lot of people have had similar stories and yet, I never heard this story before I gave birth. No one talked about it. If we were to have another baby I would certainly try to breastfeed again but I’d also have a back up plan should we experience something similar once more. My doctor told me that our experience could be totally different with a second baby or it could be the same. No one really knows.

My biggest take way from our experience was that yes, breast is best. But formula is also best. And ultimately either are best if they result in a happy, healthy baby that grows and thrives. It’s so hard to tune out all the noise around this subject when you are a new parent but we learned that you really need to do just that and choose the option that will work best for your family and your situation.

What has been your breastfeeding experience?

 

Postpartum Fitness: Weeks 1 to 16

Leaving the hospital after giving birth I had two goals:

  1. Keep the tiny human alive and healthy. And somehow be a good parent.
  2. Lose ALL the baby weight ASAP. Bring on the non-maternity clothing!

I’m 17 weeks postpartum and so far I would say goal #1 is going far better than goal #2. I would say that’s a good thing and exactly how it should be. As it stands today I still have 12 pounds to lose to get to my pre-pregnancy weight and 18 to my goal weight. I’m mostly back in my non-maternity clothes but there’s still some things that are a no-go. I’m eager to lose the weight but more eager to get back into my pre-pregnancy shape. I really miss being able to run effortlessly. I also miss feeling firm and strong, although I’m definitely getting there. I’m proud of where I am at. Here’s a look at my first 16 weeks back and how I got to where I am.

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Week 1-6: Walk, walk, walk. We left the hospital on a Monday and that Thursday we were out for a walk. We walked for maybe 20 minutes and I was exhausted. From there I continued to walk. I increased the frequency per week and the time per week slowly. At 3 weeks in I was walking 2.5 miles. From there I increased the speed and the distance. My goal was to increase my heart rate and break a sweat if I could. I often did. At the 6 week mark Enzo and I were walking everywhere. Errands? We’d walk. Need to go to the post office? Walk. We would walk for about an hour per day.

Week 7: I was cleared for exercise at the end of week 6 and I was EAGER to get out there. I woke up that Saturday and left Enzo with Dad. I laced up my sneakers and tackled my 2.5 mile walk loop. My goal was to run a mile without stopping and that’s what I did. It was HARD on my body. My lungs felt ok, thanks to all that walking. In total I ran almost 2 miles that day. I walked 0.5 miles. This week was also filled with a couple stroller run/walks with more walking than running. And a mom and baby barre class. I learned quickly that I had lost much of my strength and it would take some time to get it back.

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Weeks 8-11: I continued my Saturday morning solo runs and my weekday stroller run/walks. By week 12 I could run about 3 miles SLOWLY with the stroller. I really tried to listen to my body and go slow. If I felt tired, I walked. If I felt great, I kept running. I also added in circuit workouts at least 2x a week to build up a lot of the strength I had lost. I focused on full body workouts and hit arms, legs, and abs.  I continued to go to mom and baby barre once a week too.

Weeks 12-14: Michael was traveling and we had a lot of weekend plans during these weeks so I really wasn’t able to keep up my normal routine of Saturday solo runs. Usually once a week I’d get up early and go run before Michael left for work so I could get at least one stroller run in but I’d say that most of my runs were with the stroller. I was really determined to build back up to 5 miles before I went back to work on July 5th. I kept increasing my distance with the stroller by first walking the extra mileage. So let’s say I wanted to get to 4 miles. I’d run up to 3 miles and then I’d walk the last mile. I felt like this was an easier way to get used to going that extra mile. I’d do that a couple of times and then I’d run the extra mile instead of walking it. Often I would have to do this over a couple of days as I could run an extra 0.5 miles but would be too tired to run the full mile. I was really trying to increase slowly and gradually. I was successfully running 5 miles with the stroller before I went back to work on July 5th. I was also doing circuit workouts on my non-run days and pairing that with a walk. So I’d usually do a 30 minute circuit with a 30-45 minute brisk walk. By then my mom and baby barre class had been cancelled for the summer…such a bummer! I was really working out a lot during these two weeks but I felt really good, and was motivated to lose as much weight as I could before I went back to work. I really felt that because I had the time I should take advantage. And that I did.

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Weeks 15-16: Heading back to work was an adjustment to say the least (and still is). In terms of workouts I tried to mix it up to see what would work best. I tried getting up at 4:30am to run solo miles before heading home for a quick ab workout and stretch. Then I’d get myself ready for the day, then get Enzo ready, and would leave for work by 7am. This was great the first few times because I got to enjoy Enzo after work without worrying about a workout. The problem with this was that if Enzo got up for a 3am feeding. I’d often get back to bed at 4am and at that point I wasn’t running at 4:30am. I also found I never really went to bed early enough so after a day or so I was just plain exhausted. I also tried circuit workouts in the living room after Enzo went to bed around 8pm. This actually worked well. I’d talk to Michael while I worked out so I didn’t feel like I was losing time with him. I did sort of feel that I was always tired so it probably wasn’t the best workout. The best solution for me has really been working out after work. Michael gets home just late enough that I have time to squeeze in a sweat before starting dinner. Enzo loves the stroller and staring at me while I run so I felt like I was a win for everyone. Circuits are also ok to fit in. Enzo is pretty stinking happy to sit in his bouncer and laugh at me when I’m out of breath. With both of these scenarios I really tried to keep my workouts to 30 minutes max so we could also snuggle, do tummy time, and relax a little before making dinner and then getting Enzo to bed. These weeks were tough because workouts felt really scattered.

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I also felt that during these two weeks I started to decline. My legs were really heavy and tired ALL the time. My runs felt harder than normal and I felt like I was stopping a bit more. I also felt like I was just emotionally exhausted all the time. I gave myself an extra rest day and it really didn’t do the trick. Needless to say, these two weeks were really frustrating. These weeks were also interesting in terms of weight loss. I felt like prior to this I was losing about a pound a week pretty easily. My weight really fluctuated these two weeks and it wasn’t as easy to lose weight. In fact I gained a pound back. To me that’s another sign that my body isn’t really happy!

So what’s the plan going forward?

I’m definitely going to workout AFTER work. I learned during my first two weeks back that afternoon workouts are the best. The downside to this is that some days it just won’t happen, Enzo may not cooperate, we may get home too late, or any number of things and I just need to be OK with that. And you know what? It is OK. Being a mom is #1 on my priority list.  I do work from home on Fridays so I always get a 5am solo run in then. I’m also hoping to use weekends to my advantage more come the fall. We’re so busy now that it’s summer but when we are home more in the fall I’m hoping to get at least one weekend run in or a class like barre or yoga. I’ve found that setting a goal of X number of workouts per  week works well for me. My current goal is 4 workouts a week. It makes me feel good when I hit my goal and it keeps me accountable to fit it in later in the week if I miss it earlier in the week. Right now I feel like the goal is to stay active and make workouts part of our family routine.

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The one big thing I’ve realized is that because most of my runs are stroller runs I need to plan out the week’s workouts more. Right now it’s too much to run back to back days of 3-5 mile runs with the stroller and everything else going on in life. I don’t get that much rest and I don’t recover as fast. I find it’s really easy to just lace up and go for a run- that’s what I want to do! But I need to get into a mindset of running every other day so I can recover more. I also need to change-up my runs. I can’t just run 3-4 miles at the same pace, for every run. I need to include an easy day, a distance day, and probably a middle distance day with some speed (especially since I want to drop my pace). I also want to build in circuit workouts for strength and yoga for strength and stretching. I’m working on a little schedule for myself to follow and I’ll share that when it’s complete.

Week 17 has been a rest week for me and it’s been much-needed. Just walking up the stairs to my office has been exhausting! Seeing that it’s been about 10 weeks since I started exercise again it feels like a good time to step back, rest, and recover. Next week I’ll hit the ground running again with a better schedule and renewed enthusiasm.

What has been your experience returning to fitness postpartum?