Well, you knew I couldn't just write without telling you about breast feeding problems...
My milk is in!
With Carolyn, it took like an entire week and that's not exaggerating.
Anyway, I was quite dilligent in my pumping at the hospital because they promised I would get good results if I was.
And BAM! Engorged boobies! Congratulations me!
There's just one problem:
Tate refuses to latch.
Not like he has a bad latch, like he refuses to latch at all.
He's hungry, I have food to offer, I get him up there with his mouth in the exact right position, it's over the top of my nipple (yes, I just wrote about my nipple), and all he does is scream and scream and scream. He won't close his mouth, won't even try. Well, that's a lie. He's tried twice. And both times, he did just fine - like he even has a good latch and everything. Other than that, it's like a wrestling match, that ends with me almost in tears every time because it shouldn't be this hard to get milk into the kid!
The lactation consultant at the hospital (who complimented my afore mentioned nipples and may or may not have called them "perfect". Why yes, I've always thought I had nice nipples) thinks it's because his palate is so high and I'm not hitting the right places to stimulate his sucking reflex.
So, I tried all of her suggestions and not one of them worked (a nipple shield, a couple of different nursing holds, putting a little milk on my nipple). And still he's screaming.
I researched on the Internet to see what I could find and basically, the only thing people say is that babies with high palates have to "grow into" their mouths, which should take anywhere from 8-10 weeks.
So what do I do until then? So far, the only thing I've come up with is to pump and build up a little stash and just feed from a bottle. I don't mind the pumping as it's less painful than actual breast feeding, but trying to feed him a bottle at 3am and also pump in the middle of the night is already getting old (and I've only done it once).
So...suggestions? Tips? Tricks? Please, for the love, I'm begging....
*For the record, I am not beating myself up over this. After all of the problems and beating up I did over not being able to breast feed Carolyn, I'm high fiving myself all over the place this time. I just also want to make things as easy as possible, and for me, it seems like if I could just plop this kid on my breast and go, that'd be ideal. If not, oh, well.