Another mother lost her milk during pregnancy as well. Her son still wanted to nurse, too. She got the "Heebie Jeebies" from it, but has still stuck to what she feels works for her family. She has set limits for herself, but allows her son the comfort of nursing.
Since getting pregnant, I've been absolutely paranoid about losing my milk. I eat oatmeal occasionally to help my milk supply. And then it happened. Sasha quietly and without my realizing it, stopped breastfeeding. Oh she still nurses, plenty! I've checked, I still have milk. (It really never went away since I had Tyler, 13 years ago!)
I have always had very tough nipples. I think I could handle painful nursing. However, at a mere 20 weeks along in this pregnancy I do not know how these other mothers have made it at all. I often am pushed to the edge of sanity and forced to put my child down. She often wants to nurse for an hour (or more) to get to sleep! My nipples don't hurt. I wish. No, they tickle. They feel like that weird tingly feeling right before your foot falls asleep. If I really pay attention, I can sense and understand the description that she is just licking my nipple over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. For-ever.
So I try, for the life of me I try to distract myself. The best thing I've found so far is chatting with a group of people online (namely the Natural Parents Network volunteer team). Group chat is best because there are more people / topics with whom to keep up. Television isn't enough. Reading isn't enough. Writing isn't enough. In fact, I find it very difficult to concentrate on reading or writing while nursing.
Every once in a blue moon, the sensation changes to pain and I literally welcome it! The pain is such a relief from the tickly, tingly, awkward, awful feelings in my nipples the rest of the time. The pain never lasts long, though.
I feel like I can't complain in my Facebook status about the situation or even on my personal journal because most people I know would just suggest weaning her completely off the breast. Oh so tempting is that option! I've daydreamed about pacifiers and about literally sticking her own thumb in her mouth!1 I have literally lost it and yelled to "Get off my tit!" I have thrown my hands in the air while saying "Let go!" enough times that now she throws her hands in the air when I say it. I am about to rip my hair out just about every other night!
I have seen an ugly side of myself. Ever wished you could swaddle a 2 year old? I've wished her bed DID have bars, so that I could what? Let her cry it out?!2 I know I couldn't bear that, but I have just been at my wits end! I'm trying some new approaches, looking for a solution among the ideas my friends have suggested. She just does not understand discussing the issue at this point. I really don't even think she understands that she is going to have a baby brother.3
I can lie down with her and tell her we'll nurse through 1 lullaby, but after that she is just going to get up and play. And then... want to nurse again. I think I might be trying too many solutions at once, but nothing has worked so far. It doesn't help that we're in the middle of a long bout where her sleep schedule is far off kilter. One night I tried singing lullabies to her... at one point she literally shushed me.
Knowing that I'm only half way through this pregnancy... is horrifying. Yes, absolutely horrifying. And yes, I've set my own limits to some extent. I wear a shirt during the day now where I used to go topless at all times and let her nurse whenever she desired.4 Now I distract unless it is nap time or bed time. Or if she is upset. Or if we're out and she is begging to nurse and I want to shut her up (rare). Doesn't sound very nice, does it? I worry that maybe I didn't do enough to keep my milk in full supply. I worry that I won't have the willpower to make it through the pregnancy.
Oh wait, but why do I want to continue? I've read that nursing with the new baby is a good bonding experience for siblings and makes the transition from baby to big sister a bit easier. Also, nursing is the only way Sasha goes to sleep, aside for a drive timed perfectly. I'm screwed. I worry about how things will go when I go into labor. I worry about how I'll manage her (especially at bedtime) alongside Spencer's newborn eating / sleeping schedule.
I don't even know if she'll really still know how to breastfeed once my milk does whatever it needs to do or IF she'll want milk. I find myself wondering how healthy my bearing this can really be for our relationship. I lie in her bed, gritting my teeth and tensing my body, sometimes even crying while she nurses. She fidgets and I repeatedly put her arm or leg down, increasingly frustrated.
Sometimes I have to walk away and cry. She knows something is up, she snuggles me or follows me into the other room. Is it really healthy for me to be having this reaction to her? Do I resent her? That thought makes me cry all over again.
Someone else described the feeling of wanting to throw the nursling across the room. I can relate to that one, too! And I truly appreciate knowing that others have been here and seen this ugly side of themselves. But it doesn't truly help the situation itself.
Each night I try my different approaches to getting her down. After 2-3 hours of nursing off and on (far too much on for me, of course), I eventually get so frustrated that I give up and return to sitting at my computer with her on the Boppy in my lap and do my best to ignore her. Then she seems to fall asleep right away. But no, this doesn't work when I do it first and will not be as available an option once I have a newborn. And regardless of how tired I am by that point, I almost always require some quiet time to myself once I get her down. Hell, sometimes I'm afraid to let the sheet or cover touch my nipples!
I have shed many tears. I have stifled many screams. And I have gotten many bite marks prying open the teeth of a sleeping toddler who won't let go of the precious tender nipple. I've even occasionally had to use two hands because one finger wasn't strong enough. That is a whole other topic...
No one can make the decision to stop or continue for us, it is entirely up to Sasha and I, but I am not sure I even know how to make her stop if I chose to do that. I know I need to find some new way to get her to sleep at night, but I'm really struggling right now, folks. Nursing Sasha has become the single most consistently difficult things I have ever had to do in my entire life.
How do I figure out the healthiest way to continue?
How do I change everything about the way we do bedtime?
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1 Actually, I tried the thumb. She looked terribly confused. Funny, since she pretends to suck her thumb.↩
2 Ironically, having her cry over anything inevitably makes getting her to sleep easier, though this seems to only effect nap time these days.↩
3 I'm still trying to find the best book and/or DVDs to get this point across to her. She does, on rare occasion, kiss my belly and she can say her brother's name. We also take her along for medical appointments, including ultrasound. Hopefully she'll grasp the concept sometime before Spencer is actually born.↩
4 She usually only nursed for a couple minutes then before wanting to go about her business.↩