Well, I don't mean to whine, but I wanted to document our weekend from you know where.
Henry has been fussing a ton lately with nursing. He is COMPLETELY uninterested in food- no matter what it is. And then over the last few weeks he cries when I try to nurse him, fights me, then when he does finally nurse it's only for a few minutes and he seems like he's still hungry. So we talked about it for a while and eventually decided we were going to switch him to formula. We felt like we could at least know how much he was eating. I had so many issues nursing Blakely and I hated it cause she fought me all the time, so I really didn't want to drag it out if he was going to fight me like she did. It's just too exhausting.
So we started last Friday- he wouldn't nurse around lunch anyway, so I just decided to go ahead and get started. Long story short, by FORCING him, we got him to take a couple of small bottles of breast milk and formula mixed. Lots of tears and screaming though. Then the next morning he took a bottle a little sooner. We thought we were on our way up, but instead, he pretty much didn't eat anything else for the rest of the day. He was just sad- not even mad, sad. Tears, whimpering. Crying every time he would even SEE a bottle. I knew he was starving. He was also ASKING to nurse. Talk about a guilt trip. He'd cry and reach for me, and pull at my shirt. Never in my life did Blakely do that. When we switched her, she literally would not nurse. So around 6:30pm I caved. Stephen was a little perturbed when he walked into me nursing Henry on the couch...but I just couldn't take it anymore. Of course he ate his little heart out. So we went 36 hours without nursing. And I'm sure it hurt my supply, but I decided I can't quit yet. So I am waiting longer between feeding- to make sure he is really hungry, and I'm pumping after he eats to hopefully build my supply up. We are going to take him for a weight check tomorrow just to make sure he is gaining weight.
He was definitely happy he won that battle and was INSANELY cuddly with me all day. He's a little manipulator! :) he knows how to get me. We may have just put off the inevitable if he doesn't start nursing better. It would sure stink if we had to go through another day like this though. I am praying that he is just in a weird phase and that he naturally weens himself at a year (ha!).
So anyway, Stephen and I spent all of Saturday at our wits end, about to pull our hair out, and then we spent today trying to get back to normal. Blakely felt the negative effects of the weekend too. I think she was stressed that we were stressed and was not too excited about how much attention we were giving Henry, so she was pretty disobedient all weekend. She has also been mad at me, and giving me the cold shoulder- I think because I focused on Henry the whole weekend and didn't show her much attention. Hopefully she will forgive me when I take her to McDonald's play place tomorrow. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment