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In Their Own Words: Katie
Posted on August 3, 2012 at 8:16 AM |
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Katie Newton is an alumni mom from our Fall 2011 Class. She and her husband have three children. See more of Katie's "random thoughts and mutterings" by visiting her blog, http://kandidkatie.blogspot.com/ When
Ellie was born, I was going to breastfeed. There were no caveats, like
"if we can." There wasn't even "I'll try" in front of
it. That's just what you do, and I was going to do it. She came out
and latched like a leech. She was a champion feeder. By her third
day, however, she started getting fussy at the breast. She'd eat for 5 or
10 minutes and then start crying and wagging her head. I was so tired and
emotional that I reluctantly said "yes" when Mike asked if I wanted
him to go buy a pacifier. She happily took the pacifier after every feed
and often in between feeds. (I'm blessed with an overabundant supply, so
this did not affect our breastfeeding relationship to my knowledge at the
time.) Things
were not all sunshine and lollipops, though. Ellie screamed. Not
every-baby-cries screams. Blood-curdling screams. Any of the
twenty-four hours of the day were game. Her skin was burned with eczema.
This was not colic. This was suffering. It was not until
weeks later, under the guidance of a very knowledgeable lactation consultant,
Debbie, that I learned about food sensitivities and that Ellie had some bad
ones. I found this out by doing the elimination diet which,
while restrictive enough, is almost unbearable as a vegetarian. I ended
up going wheat free and dairy free for over a year, also not a picnic as a
vegetarian, for the sake of my daughter.
Around
two weeks after Ellie's birth, breastfeeding suddenly became excruciating.
When she latched, I felt paralyzing electricity throughout my torso.
It got so bad that I would crumple into a crying, hysterical mess of a
panic attack in the ANTICIPATION of her need to eat. After discussing the
issue at length with my first lactation consultant, Mary, she thought I had an
intraductal yeast infection. I did two or three rounds of antifungal
medication (under the care of my OB) with no improvement. I also pumped
exclusively during this time but for one breastfeeding session to make sure
Ellie was still willing and able. She was. After three weeks of no
relief, Mary directed me to her associate, Debbie.
Debbie
felt like the cause was Raynaud's Phenomenon. She was right. Not
only was Ellie's breastfeeding triggering the "attacks," as I call
them, because that's how they feel, but my pump flanges were way too small and
basically ripping off my nipples a little bit every time I pumped.
Additionally, Ellie had a tongue-tie, but it never got fixed because the
go-to doctor had apparently lost his mind (a story for another day).
Thankfully, it stretched on its own over time. (Interested side
note: I discovered only recently, with Ellie almost 4.5 years old, that she
also had a lip tie. We never looked for it, so we never saw it. She
ripped it by accident one day. Problem solved.)
Now
that I had the causes uprooted, I started the healing process. I kept my
nipples warm and covered (which really complicates showering, by the way...I've
since gotten a Shower Hug, which helps immensely). I did salt water
soaks, which is no dignified practice. Most of all, I waited. By
the time Ellie was seven weeks old, I felt brave enough to give breastfeeding a
go. Ellie latched on like we never had a break, and it didn't hurt.
I was flooded with relief. But then I started seeing the symptoms
of food sensitivities again, big time. The screaming and gas and
fussiness at the breast were back.
Once
again, Debbie came to rescue. She recognized I had oversupply. She
educated me about block feeding, which is feeding on one side exclusively for a
number of hours instead of counting feeds. (There's more to it than that.
Please consult a lactation consultant.) I had to go to the maximum
recommended block before I saw an improvement. I did this for a number of
weeks before it stopped working. No, my supply didn't go crazy.
Ellie turned four months old and suddenly had an opinion. She
decided she only wanted my fast-flowing side during feeds in public.
(Yes, sides can differ greatly from one another.) She was always a
down-to-business eater, and this way she could maximize her time observing the
world outside her home. I had to plan ahead, feeding the right side at
home and remembering to feed the left at home if we weren't going anywhere...it
was like learning to breastfeed all over again. Thankfully my supply was
pretty stable at this point. The pacifier also helped us deal with the
oversupply, but I still wish we hadn't used it.
Ellie
was still nursing at least 8 times a day at 14 months old, when I found out we
were expecting Mikey. I dreamed of tandem nursing the two. I
daydreamed, planned, read up on how to handle the challenges. I was
partway through Adventures in Tandem Nursing when Ellie's
nursing dropped by half. Instead of 8-12 times a day at 14 months, she
was now nursing 4-6 times a day at 15 months. Then 2-3 times a day at 16
months. Then, one weekend, she nursed once on Saturday, once on Sunday
morning, May 31st, and she was done at only 16.5 months old. For a
week I offered the breast, but that made her angry, even if she willingly got in
position first. I was DEVASTATED. I blamed - and still blame - the
pacifier. I blamed myself for letting her have the pacifier. My head
was spinning with confusion and disbelief and outright denial. I was a
complete mess. For a month, my husband could only rub my back while I
cried. I felt like my child had died. My response was primal...
. ..and
compounded by my knowledge that I would not get to tandem nurse my two
children.
After
that first month that felt like the end of the world, I focused on thoughts of
nursing my new baby and the possibility that Ellie would be interested again
when she saw Mikey nursing. He came almost exactly four months later.
He was a little reluctant to nurse after delivery, but gentle
determination on my part got him going, and he ate a good first meal. We
spent the next 36 hours in the hospital thanks to the unnecessary use of
antibiotics (another story for another day). In that time, Mikey nursed
once or twice. (In case you have any questions, that is NOT acceptable
for a newborn, and no, we did not have him circumcised.) The lactation
consultant was so backed up that she didn't get to us until the end of that time.
She watched him think about latching and said he was doing everything
right. I argued that he wouldn't nurse. She shrugged and said he'd
get it. My gut said no, but my heart wanted so badly to believe she was
right.
On
the third day, I changed his diaper and saw red. Literally. Red
"brick dust," a sign of dehydration. My heart broke. Not
only was I not getting the breastfeeding relationship I dreamed of, I was
hurting my child through delusion and hope. I started to pump. For
ten months, I tried everything to get him to breastfeed. (He was also
tongue tied, severely, but the repair - by a wonderful, not-crazy doctor - did
not help.) This was stressful enough without the additional medical
sucker punches that just kept flying. He was aspirating, so he had a
feeding tube for ten weeks, from five to seven months old. Breastfeeding
dreams quickly fading. He had feeding therapy with professionals who had
no intention of getting him on the breast. Breastfeeding dreams circling
the drain.
He
had 3-5 doctor visits and 3-4 therapy appointments a week, leaving little to no
time to pump, let alone work on breastfeeding. Before he even got the
tube, we were supplementing with formula because I couldn't produce enough even
with the hospital-grade pump I was now renting. Me, with my oversupply,
and I couldn't extract enough milk for my child. By ten months, he was
lucky to get an ounce of my milk. I gave up. I still pumped for
four more months, but I was only getting a half ounce a day at the end.
There just wasn't time during the day, and I had to choose sleep at
nights. I returned the pump when he was 14 months old. (He also had
food sensitivities, so I was dairy free for the 14 months I pumped.)
I
continued to produce milk for about seven more months, and my hope held out for
that long. It wasn't positive hope. It was desperate, painful hope.
I longed for another baby so that Mikey might become interested through
example. Don't get me wrong; I wanted another baby just because I was
ready for another baby, but that nagging hope was like an accelerant.
When Mikey was 18 months old, we got pregnant on our first try. As
was God's will, I miscarried right at five weeks. We tried again the next
month and succeeded again. I focused my thoughts on having the birth I
wanted and declared, regularly, that this baby WOULD breastfeed like a pro.
I prayed every night that she, Angela, would be normal and healthy and a
breastfeeding champ.
Angela
was born on Monday night in a tub at a birth center. No drugs. Delayed
cord clamping. Uninterrupted bonding. At first she fussed at the
breast. I started to panic but had the clarity to recognize a stuffy
nose. Once she was lovingly suctioned, she latched right on and nursed
for two hours straight. I thanked God and tried to ignore her clicking
sounds and the familiar electricity feeling. We went to my parents' house
that night, and I slept upright in a chair and fed her on demand. The
pain and clicking got worse with each feed. She started to struggle to
get enough. I got in ASAP to see Debbie. Angela had a terrible
posterior tongue tie and a lip tie. I called the wonderful doctor, but he
couldn't get me in for over a week. I couldn't bear the pain, so I
started finger feeding. This was all on the Thursday after she was born.
Saturday
night around 9pm, when I realized it would be hours more before I got to eat
dinner, I let Mike give her a bottle. This crushed me. I saw my
breastfeeding dreams once again circling the drain. I kept reminding
myself about Ellie's success after the bottle and focused on the next week's
appointment. That would fix everything. Finally the big day came.
I excitedly handed her over to the doctor, waited for him to confirm the
diagnosis and prepared myself to witness the procedure, just as I did with
Mikey. He confirmed the diagnosis and then instructed me to schedule the
procedure. Wait, what? It would be another week before he could do
it, as he changed his policy about doing it at the first appointment. I
bawled. I'd given one child to him before, and even though it didn't
help, here I was, fully trusting him again, and he was treating me like a first
timer. I was furious. I understood his position, but my dreams were
fading with each passing day. Plus, Angela was starting to refuse the
bottle, and feeding was becoming a concern.
We
managed to keep her fed until the procedure. I wasn't allowed to watch
this time, but it was over very quickly. When i went back in the room,
the wonderful doctor was cuddling and rocking my baby and chattering on
excitedly about how successful it had been and how deep he'd had to go.
But there was little improvement. I gave it time, a week, but it
seemed to get worse instead of better. Debbie said that there was still
more tie there. I scheduled another appointment. Another week of
waiting.
During
this time, I put Angela on the breast almost daily since a feed or two a day
didn't cause too much damage. Finally we went to the appointment.
The doctor agreed there was more or it had reattached. He agreed to
try again. At his other office. The next week. I didn't cry
this time. Crying didn't help.
We
went in for our fourth appointment. Angela was six weeks old.
Everything went as before. The doctor went as deep as he could but
still couldn't get all of the tie. I didn't care. I knew this was
it. I knew he "fixed" her. She started breastfeeding
perfectly that afternoon. She still clicked because her palate was - and
is - still high, but there was no pain. She was able to eat her fill.
God had worked a miracle.
Angela
is now 19 weeks old and eats like a horse. I struggled with oversupply
and finding my block feeding balance for a couple of weeks and even battled
postpartum depression for a spell as my hormones worked themselves out.
She has food sensitivities, too, so I've had to do the restriction dance
again. I haven't been a vegetarian since the day Mikey was born, so the
diet is more forgiving. I've learned to take tons of pictures of my
nursling because I am so awed and grateful to have this relationship. I'm
still sad that I haven't had my tandem experience, but I hold out hope for
another baby. I also tell Angela that she'd better nurse until she's four
or five, but I'm just happy to know there is nothing standing in the way of her
deciding when she's ready to wean.
I
make milk. What's YOUR superpower?
For the pre-quel to this post, visit Katie's blog: http://kandidkatie.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-may-not-be-loss-in-your-eyes-but-im.html Disclaimer: It is not intended nor implied to be a substitute for professional medical advice. The reader should always consult her or his healthcare provider to determine the appropriateness of the information for their own situation. Krystyna and Bruss Bowman and Bowman House, LLC accept no liability for the content of this site, or for the consequences of any actions taken on the basis of the information provided. This blog contains
information about our classes available in Chandler, AZ and Payson, AZ and is
not the official website of The Bradley Method®. The views contained on this blog do not necessarily reflect those of The Bradley Method® or
the American Academy of Husband-Coached Childbirth®. |
No, my milk did not go bad!
Posted on October 25, 2011 at 1:22 PM |
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We are officially on our babymoon. Thank you to today's writer, Tina Lebedies, AAHCC for allowing us a little more time to enjoy our sweet baby girl who is growing and changing already!! Tina is an Affiliated
Bradley Method® Instructor who teaches her classes in the Queen Creek and San
Tan Valley area of Metro Phoenix.
I want to share this story with you
because I believe it is a common problem, and with awareness and proper
education it can be overcome with little to no medical or non-natural
interventions. My second child, Erik, was born at
home on Christmas Eve. He was a big healthy boy weighing in at 9 lbs, 4 oz. and
was 21 in. long. After joining the world he nursed like a champ for at least a
solid hour. He was the best Christmas present I had ever received! Everything was going well until his
1 week birthday. My husband was changing his diaper and yelled for me to come
and look. He had bloody, mucousy stool in his diaper. We of course panicked and
I called our midwife/naturopathic doctor immediately. Thankfully, she was able
to come over within the hour. She was initially thinking it was uric salt
crystals (which is common and will go away on its own) but as soon as she saw
the diaper her hunch was that Erik was allergic to dairy. She instructed us to keep our 1
week pediatrician visit and go from there. The pediatrician cancelled his
appointments for the day so we were sent to urgent care. So off to urgent care
we went! After an unpleasant exam, the urgent care provider diagnosed that the
blood was most likely from an anal fissure; and they said that a dairy allergy
was possible, but not likely. We were told that if he had any more bloody
stools to go to the ER. Well, sure enough, a week or so goes by and he has 2
bloody diapers in one night. So off we went to the ER. They did the same
unpleasant exams and came up with the same answers as urgent care and we were
instructed to follow up with the pediatrician. The pediatrician saw no reason
why he should disagree with the two previous diagnoses but thinks we should see
a pediatric GI specialist, just to be safe. Erik was now 6-8 weeks old and we
are finally seeing the specialist. They immediately tell us that he is allergic
to dairy and will need to switch to a prescription formula and that he needs to
be on Zantac. I quickly told them that I don’t do formula and that was not an
option for us. I asked them, “How do I need to change my diet? What do I need
to do? I will do whatever it takes.” We passed on the Zantac, and of course the
formula too. I was now eating dairy-free and
desperately hoping that my sweet little guy would stop screaming constantly and
would never have a bloody diaper again. Well, a week went by and Erik was still
screaming but the diapers were good. Our very intuitive midwife, who diagnosed
this allergy from the start, gave me a lesson on eating dairy-free. Dairy-free
I was not! Dairy and it’s byproducts can be added to everything! I quickly
learned how to read labels and to cook with substitutions. Did you know that
some seasonings have dairy in them? Some breading on fish or chicken does, and
some do not. Some bread does, and some does not. I had to be constantly on my toes.
If I accidently messed up I would pay for it the next day by having a screaming,
inconsolable baby. I also learned that it was just cow dairy that Erik was
allergic too. That meant that I could have eggs and all egg products like
mayonnaise and such. Erik did get better but he still
cried and screamed way more than he should. After trying many different
homeopathic remedies we decided to go for the Zantac. We were told that it
would help heal the lining of his digestive tract as the dairy had made it raw.
(Being born during the holidays didn’t give this poor kiddo a chance! We ate so
many rich, creamy dairy foods.) After a few hours of his first dose he was a
new baby. I hated to give him medicine at such a young age but I felt that it
was the best option at this point. I continued to eat dairy-free and to
exclusively breastfeed. At one of the specialist follow-up
visits the doctor explained that as he grew and gained weight, his dose of
Zantac would not work anymore. I simply just needed to call the office and ask
for a stronger dose. The doctor was very pleased with my exclusively breastfed
baby. He was growing like a weed and was doing great! Well, sure enough, one day the
Zantac stopped working so I called the office to request a new dose of medicine.
A nurse called me back and said that my milk had gone bad and that I would have
to switch to formula immediately! I knew my milk had not gone bad; and I wanted
to scream that at her, but I remained calm. After a very frustrating phone call
Erik had his new dose and life was back to our “normal”. I bring this part of the story up,
to point out that if there is an allergy or a complication with breastfeeding
that we are quickly told to begin formula. This frustrates me to no end. The
benefits of breastfeeding are huge and vastly outweigh formula. Thankfully, I
was educated on breastfeeding and knew better, but not everyone does. I hope
sharing my story will help others to stay strong, to ask questions, and to keep
breastfeeding. Many people ask me how I survived
eating dairy-free. Yes, it was challenging; but for my baby I was willing to do
anything. My willpower was much stronger for him than it would have been for me.
Erik is now 21 months and has completely outgrown his dairy allergy. We are
still going strong with the breastfeeding. He was on the Zantac for only a few
months while his system healed and matured.
I was dairy-free for just under 1 year. How did I know when he outgrew his
allergy? The only way that can be determined is by trial and error and that is
not always so fun. The naturopath suggested that we try dairy at every
milestone. At six and nine months I ate a small amount of dairy and we had a
very fussy baby the next day. Just before his 1 birthday I tried
it again and the following day nothing happened. I couldn’t believe it! I added
more and more dairy in my diet and he was completely fine! He continued to be
happy and I sure was, too. At his last visit with the
specialist we were told that we could wean him off the Zantac. He had no signs
of needing it but I was so scared. I got up my courage and began the weaning
process. He handled it with no problem and was completely off of it after 2
weeks. He is healthy and can eat more than his 4 yr old brother most days. He
loves cheese, yogurt, and milk. You would never guess that he had such a rough
little start. Did you discover your baby had a food allergy (or allergies) when you
were breastfeeding? How did you manage
it (them)? About the author: Tina Lebedies, AAHCC is an Affiliated
Bradley Method® Instructor who teaches her classes in the Queen Creek and San
Tan Valley area of Metro Phoenix. To contact Tina directly for more information
on managing a dairy allergy in your nursling, or about her upcoming Bradley
Method® class series that start on 11/29/11 and 02/04/12, you can call her at 480-272-7086; or visit her website at www.welcomingbirthnaturally.com The
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Method®. The views contained on this blog do not
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