Is it wrong to call your 11 day old names? First let me tell you why.
After three days of extreme frustration, countless meltdowns, little to no sleep, nipple shields, shells and pain, we went to the lactation consultant (LC) this afternoon. Baby E made me look like a cracked out moron the way she jumped on and chowed down. No pain. Perfect latch. Ate for 20 minutes. No pulling off, no stopping, no falling asleep. None of it. Are you freaking kidding me? I was an emotional disaster for days over this. And we go get help and she doesn't need it?
Now can I call her names? :)
Actually I am SO glad we went. These women at the hospital are phenomenal. She answered just about every question I had and made me feel SO much better. She had me nurse her without any clothes on and had me squeeze up high (sorry if that's TMI but if you're a regular reader you're over that by now). It was amazing. It was perfect. It was the way it's supposed to be. Now, the true test will be in an hour. When it's time to do it again. Latch This.
Now, let me just say thank you. I started this blog as a way to tell stories and share anecdotes. Who knew it would be a way to get support and make virtual friends. Granted, most of my regulars are pre-blog besties but I love that some of you aren't.
On another note, I think I'm onto something. There is a market for things moms don't talk about. I'm not easily embarassed and really don't have a problem talking about much with just about anyone. But how come before I had kids no one said 'breast feeding sucks'... 'it's really freaking hard'... 'you'll be constipated for days after birth'... 'you don't know bleeding until you've had a baby'... 'let me tell you about the squirt bottle, witch hazel and the biggest pads you've ever seen'...the list goes on. I read Girlfriend's Guide and Belly Laughs and either skipped those parts or they weren't there. I'm just saying I think I'm onto something.
The Best part? She latched!!!