The girl and I are struggling. I went back to work last week and now she’s decided that she likes the bottle better sometimes. If I catch her in the morning and she’s half asleep, I can nurse her, but the evenings are a struggle. I’ve been getting home from work, bursting, and she turns away. It’s hurtful, both emotionally and physically. I know that she doesn’t understand what she’s doing, but it hurts nonetheless. It’s not nipple confusion, it’s that I’m not moving fast enough. So I pump while she eats. But the pump doesn’t do what she can, which has led to a blocked duct. I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest and my heart is bruised.
I got a supplemental nursing system, hoping that we can get back on track here. This weekend is not going to be pleasant for any of us because I’ve decided that we’re not using any bottles. It’s nursing all the way. Yikes! If she needs a little something extra, we’ll use the SNS, but she’ll still be with me. Hopefully it will help us come through this little dark spot. And the hubby has been super awesome… I found this blog and was reading it and it made me want to write my own today and hug Ian. I’ll do that when I get home.
After I nurse my daughter.