As many of you know nursing has been beyond challenging for me. As an expecting mom I thought...yeah, I can do this, no problem. Baby comes to the breast and asks "Got Milk?" Then mother replies with an overabundant milk supply and a smile on her face, while baby sweetly suckles the milk. As Frank from Father of the Bride would say..."Not so much." At least not in my case.
Foster apparently is a chewer. He likes to chew on me and has caused quite a bit of trauma to that sensitive part of my female anatomy. I have spent the last 2 and 1/2 weeks trying to get him to stop chewing and trying to heal the cracks he has caused. Needless to say, feedings are by no means the picture I has in my mind. They are tear retching and very, very painful. IF it were only the latch-on that was painful, the feedings might be tolerable, but no...it is the entire feeding. Everyone has promised me that it will get better. First it was said that it would hurt for the first few days, then it was extended to the first week. My OB even said the first 2 weeks might be painful. WEll...I am over that 2 week hump and IT IS NO BETTER!!!
I have been to a lactation consultant who is wonderful, multiple times. We had Foster's possible tongue tie problem taken care of with a minor surgical snip of the ligament that holds the tongue to the bottom of his mouth by a pediatrician in Jacksonville, and I have literally tried every possible item out there to take the pain away and make the experience an all-around happier one. To no avail! However, in college, my sprint coach, Randy Jarmin, gave me the nickname, Tough Guy, for a reason. I am tough. I am willing to give it another week with the hope that things will get better.
Until then, I will just have to have a little faith that "This too shall pass!"
But in the end, man he is stinkin' cute and so worth every moment of agonizing torture!!!
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