It would take little, if any, work at all for me to dress as a strung out crack addict for Halloween tonight.
We were doing ok... until.
We've been trying to get in bed around 10. I'll feed E and then we all go to sleep for a few hours. She's been getting up every 2 1/2 or 3 hours. She'll nurse and go back to sleep. Until last night. Or was it the night before?
Latching on was a foreign concept to a starving little girl last night. She wasn't interested. At. All. I had no idea what to do. We had no idea what to do. Short of putting chocolate on my nipple I was at a loss. I have plenty of milk (read: soaking her with milk). I thought we had the latch down. Guess not. So I pumped and gave her a bottle. I didn't want to. I cried about it. I cried most of the night actually. But after she had the bottle she slept for a while then we went through it all again.
With swollen, bleary eyes I frantically googled this morning and found the number for the local LLL (La Leche League). I am NOT a breast feeding proponent (I really think it's an individual decision and no one else can tell you how or what is best for you and your family). Cannon never latched and he got breast milk from a bottle for about 12 weeks until I was tired of being a cow. He is a perfectly healthy, smart, mostly formula fed baby.
But this time, I wanted to try again. More for me than for E. I wanted to be able to do it. For some reason it was really important to me this time. So, imagine being exhausted from a new baby. Sitting in her nursery in the middle of the night, bawling. It was not a pretty sight. Ask Dan.
After a conversation with the LLL lady who was absolutely nothing short of delightful and pleasant when I called her at 8am on a Sunday, and a few deep breaths we got a latch this morning. For half an hour. Thank. God.
We're going to try and feed her every couple hours today so she doesn't get extra hungry and frustrated before we can latch and hope that helps. We shall see.
Could be quite a treat for the trick or treaters. :)
The Best part? It's a new day. A cloudy, foggy, exhuasted day but it's a new day.
Oh and please consider this an advice solicitation from any of you super breast feeders... I'm soliciting advice. :) You know who you are.