Welcome to Week 12 of the Breastfeeding Blog Hop hosted by Happiness Redefined, The Gnome’s Mom, and myself!
This week we are talking about Road Bumps. You know, the tough moments, days, weeks (hopefully not months but those too). How to you endure? What are your tips and tricks for surviving your specific breastfeeding related obstacle?
Breastfeeding can be wonderful but it’s not all faeries dancing about you as you relax into a puddle of pillows with your baby at your breast in the middle of a meadow filled with lavender on a warm summer day. What? Isn’t that the image you conjure up of breastfeeding mothers?
I think I’ve hit every rough spot other than those usually tied to oversupply issues so I’ll just pick one: biting.
We went through a period of 3 months where Judah had Thrush (but I didn’t have any obvious symptoms) and that is when he started biting. It is about as pleasant as you would think. At one point I started having severe pain and thought for sure I had Thrush too only to find a huge gaping hole on the underside of my nipple.
After that I would kind of panic every time it was time to nurse. I knew he had to nurse, I wanted to nurse him, but it was like a very strong fight or flight reaction and I wanted to run screaming from the room anytime he gave me the look. And he gave that look quite often.
Thankfully the wound was on my stinker of a right breast that never gave up much to begin with so I could focus on the left breast for most of the time. I would nurse on the left, nurse on the right and as soon as he got squirmy or fussy I would try to pop him off and try the left again or direct his attention elsewhere. Usually the pain would go away once he was securely latched. Most of it anyway. I started using a bit of lanolin, it took a long time to heal, but it eventually healed.
We never did get past the biting. He was a biter until the very end. I tried all the tricks in the book and no matter how much attention I paid to his cues, he still liked to flex his jaw muscles. I think some of this behavior was brought on by frustration with my supply. Towards the end he would clamp his teeth shut and pull them of the breast. It just sends chills down my spine thinking about it.
Thankfully, other than the one open wound incident, he never drew blood again (I am lucky!). We stuck it out, I was able to stop using lanolin (I really dislike putting anything on my breasts while nursing) and we persevered through his behaviors until the end.
What has been your road bump? How did you overcome? Who supported you through it?