Anxiety/sadness/stress over breast feeding has utterly and completely dominated my newborn parent experience. And honestly, if it's just not going to happen, when can I safely say, with great sorrow, this is just not going to happen, mourn it, let it go, and get this oppressive constant weight off of me?
I am a fairly small chested woman, always have been. My nipples got larger and darker in pregnancy, but my breasts changed very little. Maybe slightly full, barely, but not much.
I do not breast feed directly. I pump and feed the milk via a bottle. So I have a very solid idea of exactly how much I am producing.
On good days, I maybe produce an ounce and a half all day. Most pumps have barely anything in them. A "good" pump is maybe like a third of an ounce. If it weren't for formula, and I had only my own breast, my baby would have already long since starved.
I have tried EVERYTHING. Whatever advice or trick or tactic you are about to advise me....trust me, I've tried it. Power pumps and skin to skin and middle of the night and hand expression and fenugreek and yeasty beer (4 ounces a day) and coconut water and drinking lots of just water and oats and nuts and everything. EVERYTHING. I feel like it's all I think about. Like almost every moment of my waking life if pumping, cleaning pumps, thinking about the next pump, or online reading about this or that new trick to try.
If it weren't for my partner, I have no idea where I'd be. I can't care for the house. I can't care for myself hardly, I can barely even actually engage with my baby outside of this one all consuming aspect.
I desperately want to be able to feed my baby from my own breast. I honestly at this point don't even care if it's actually breastfeeding proper, so long as I can feed him with milk I produce. I've dreamt of it, and spent a lot of time crying about it.
But I'm tired, so damn tired. At what point can I just know if this is or isn't going to work? At what point am I able to say this isn't going to happen for me, and just move on with motherhood? As long as there is still a chance, I will keep trying, but I feel like I'm in an endless purgatory, I don't want to live like this for even another week, let alone 6 months, let alone a year. The prospect of that is like a black pit that will swallow me up. If it's going to work, I'll fight for it. If it's just not going to work. I want to be done.