Alternatively titled: I just might punch the next person who mentions THE LATCH in the face.
Alternatively titled: Continuation of this post
Well, we survived the single breasted weekend. It was not fun. Let me count the ways:
1. After cutting Ruby’s milk supply in half she (surprise, surprise) pretty much wanted to nurse continuously. Which meant, of course, that Seborg’s nipple took a beating. Ouch.
2. I was forced to cut out comfort nursing in order to salvage my one functioning breast. Remember how Ruby pretty much only naps on the boob? Right…that made for one starving AND exhausted baby. I’ll let your imagination paint that picture.
3. And Ruby wasn’t the only one exhausted. I was up every couple hours at night pumping.
4. Since, oh yeah, it wasn’t just a cracked nipple. I still had to drain the rest of the lump I had from the original plugged duct.
5. Between all the nursing and pumping I didn’t really have time to run or get out at all. And that’s just depressing. Literally.
The good news is we confirmed my nipple was the issue. No bloody spit-up and lots of normal poop. My nipple looked very nearly healed this morning so we went back to a two breasted rotation. And…
6. The crack opened up again. So I’m using a nipple shield while it heals, and that’s just a pain in the ass. Ruby’s not used to it and nursing inefficiently. And it doesn’t stay suctioned to my breast…especially when Ruby tries to pull it off.
7. In addition to the nipple shield, our pediatrician, seemingly unaware of how I actually got the cracked nipple, recommended we improve THE LATCH. I love our pediatrician but this made me want to scream. And throw things. At people. Because I am SO SICK of hearing about how the stupid latch will solve everything. In the first couple of weeks after Ruby was born I talked to 4 lactation consultants and about 50 nurses. And let me tell you about a conversation I had MULTIPLE times:
LC: There you go! Now Dad you’re going to want to take a picture of this. This is the perfect latch! See how her lips are spread out like a fish and the whole areola is in her mouth? Now does that hurt?
LC: Does it hurt any less?
Nor do I think a deviation from our already “perfect latch” is going to solve this problem. But I digress…
The weekend was an interesting science experiment. I suppose that’s the silver lining. I realized I’m producing 18 oz of milk a day out of one breast. Kellymom tells me that’s more than half of what she needs, which leads me to believe that all these plugged ducts are the result of an oversupply.
Ruby also went from spitting up ridiculous amounts after every feeding (and in between feedings) to spitting up next to nothing at all. So there you have it. My little Ruby is a binge drinker. Hopefully this isn’t foreshadowing of her teenage years.