My name is Amber and I am the mother of a charming, beautiful, and vivacious baby boy. I want to share with you a story: the story of my son’s birth and his first few months earthside. It is a multidimensional story full of love and heartbreak, but I think it’s important that other new mothers hear it. My hope is that if their experiences of early motherhood are not what they always dreamed of, they will know they are not alone.
I found out I was pregnant with my son in September of 2016. I was working in an emergency room as a nurse at that time and heading into my second-to-last semester of school to become a nurse practitioner. My husband and I had only been trying to conceive for a month. Because I have polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and irregular periods, I figured getting pregnant would take longer, but there I was on September 1 with a positive test. We were ecstatic. Being a planner, I spent the majority of the next nine months thinking about and planning everything about my son’s birth. I consider myself a well-educated woman and medical professional, so it was no surprise that the heart of my plans included breastfeeding my son. I spent months researching the best pumps for when I had to go back to work, deciding on a storage-and-feeding set, and learning about ways to strengthen the breastfeeding bond. Formula never crossed my mind. After all, I was always told breast was best. Sure, I had some friends who gave some formula here or there, but I just knew I would be one of the ones who would exclusively breastfeed and pump for my son.
Aside from terrible reflux, my pregnancy was fairly uneventful until the end of the third trimester. At my thirty-five week appointment, my obstetrician pointed out that my blood pressure had been creeping up for a few weeks She said she didn’t think it was anything serious, but she wanted me to complete a twenty-four hour urine total protein test just to be sure. On Monday, while I was at work, I received the call—my urine tested positive for protein, an indication that I had developed preeclampsia. I stopped working, had to monitor my blood pressure daily, have ultrasounds every other day, and I was going to be induced at thirty-seven weeks. My world turned upside down. I had planned on a vaginal delivery, preferably without pain medication and with minimal intervention, so the idea of an induction was somewhat horrifying to me. However, I certainly understood the possible consequences of preeclampsia for mom and baby, and so I was completely in agreement with the plan to induce.
My husband and I went to the hospital at 9:00 p.m. on Sunday, April 23 to start the induction process. Twenty-one hours later, my son was born. My labor and delivery wasn’t exactly how I’d imagined it, but I was nevertheless delighted to meet my son. He was six pounds and one ounce, nineteen inches long, and just beautiful. He latched fairly well with assistance while in the delivery room about twenty minutes after his birth, and then we headed over to the recovery side.
During that time, we went through a number of difficulties. He was latching on almost constantly from his first night forward, and he would only nurse for a few minutes before falling asleep. This happened again and again. I saw the lactation consultant numerous times. She helped correct my latch, gave me a nipple shield to use on the left side to help my son latch to a flat nipple, and provided me with a hospital grade pump so I could dry pump before I nursed. She encouraged me to save any colostrum I collected and syringe feed it to him. I only ever collected a few drops at a time—the largest amount was three milliliters in a syringe.
The second night was horrible. He was up “scream crying” all night long, wanting to latch constantly to my chapped and peeling nipples, but would fall asleep again and the cycle would continue.
It was never suggested that his latch was very poor, nor that I had any supply issues. No one told me that hormonal imbalances common to PCOS could wreak havoc on milk production. I was simply told that whatever colostrum I was producing was enough. Thank God for the night nurse. During that second night, she checked on us at 2:00 a.m., and I was near tears from sheer exhaustion and frustration with his constant latching and then falling asleep. The nurse offered to take him to the nursery to weigh him and give him a bottle of formula. I was reluctant—after all, I had been told that formula would ruin his “virgin gut”—but at my husband’s urging, I relented. My son came back an hour or two later, sound asleep for the first time since the hours after his birth. She told me he had eaten an ounce and a half because he was HUNGRY.
His hearing was retested twice while in the hospital, and both times they had to abort the test because he was crying inconsolably. The LC kept telling me we were breastfeeding fine, but I had the nurse leave some formula anyway “just in case”. I probably fed him a maximum of five ounces of formula in the hospital. I continued trying to breastfeed him. The same behavior continued. We were told we could go home Wednesday morning. He now appeared suntanned and was down to five pounds, eight ounces—a nine percent loss in two days, but were discharged anyway. We were told to bring him to the pediatrician for a first appointment and weight check within forty-eight hours.
At his weight check two days later, he was down to five pounds and seven ounces. During that time, he had continued to feed almost constantly and was nursing my nipples completely raw. I was told to hand express and pump to encourage my milk to come in, but I only ever got drops of colostrum. My transitional milk didn’t come in for six days. When my son wasn’t sleeping, he was crying, or he was agitated, moving all over, sucking his wrists, trying to latch onto anything he could, and constantly rooting for a nipple. He was “cluster feeding,” and I was told that was normal and to keep breastfeeding him every 2 hours.
He had weight checks every few days for his first ten days. On the sixth day, the LC at the pediatrician’s office suggested doing a weighted feed to calm my nerves and to reassure me that he was getting enough. I was starting to get nervous at this point, and I’m sure they felt I was just a “first time mom worrier.”
He weighed less after nursing for forty-five minutes than he did when he started the session. The LC laughed and said she must have weighed him wrong and not to worry about it.
Meanwhile, I was doing everything I could to possibly increase supply. I pumped after every feeding. I power pumped. I drank gallons of water. I took fenugreek and goat’s rue, and I baked lactation cookies with brewer’s yeast and oats. Nothing made any difference.
By his tenth day of life, he was up all day and night constantly screaming and crying. My husband and I were in tears because we had no idea what was wrong with our baby. The pediatrician had not seemed anywhere near as concerned as we were, so I called her office that morning and insisted he had to be seen again that day. He was starting to seem lethargic to me, it was getting harder to rouse him to nurse, and I thought his fontanels appeared sunken. He was orange. He had not had enough wet diapers in days and was still passing red crystals in his urine. He had only two bowel movements that entire week. Something clearly wasn’t right with my son.
She asked how often we were supplementing, and we told her it was only a few times a day because I was trying desperately to exclusively breastfeed him. She gently suggested it was time to start supplementing him with one or two ounces after every feeding. The pediatrician confirmed that he had gained some weight, but he was only five pounds, eleven ounces. I was sad about having to use formula regularly, but we were at our wits end with his inconsolable crying, and we decided to follow her advice.
Feeding my son formula had an immediate positive effect on him. His desperate hunger cries eased. He began to open his eyes and look around more often. He stopped looking so sunken. He began having wet and dirty diapers. He started to come to life in a way I hadn’t seen before.
I’d like to say that everything got much better, and everything was wonderful from then on, but that would be a lie. My son had a hard time with the standard formula, so we switched to a sensitive variety. He seemed to do well with that for a few days, until he started having severe gas pains and green mucousy bowel movements. He ended up on hypoallergenic formula, and I cut dairy and soy out of my diet so I could continue giving him whatever milk I made.
I was still convinced I’d get my supply up enough to not need formula eventually. I started pumping more frequently and giving him pumped milk because he still fell asleep at the breast constantly and never seemed to latch right. He developed significant issues with reflux and eventually ended up on two medications for it. The dairy and soy free diet wasn’t enough and, after thirteen weeks, we switched him to exclusive formula feeding because he seemed to do better on the formula than breast milk.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the last of our troubles. He developed colic and despite being well fed, gaining weight, and being happy and comfortable during the day, he would scream inconsolably for hours (usually from six to ten or eleven o’clock) every night. I convinced myself that his colic and reflux were my fault—if I could just have given him breast milk, he wouldn’t have needed formula and none of this would have happened. I felt like a failure as a woman and a mom. I also felt absolutely terrible because I am a medical professional, and I felt I should have been able to recognize the signs of starvation. I had starved my son. At times I’d look at him and feel terrible for the experience he must have had in his early days, the hunger he must have felt. It destroyed me. I began to resent my son and also turn my anger inward. My husband, meanwhile, had been home with me for our baby’s first two months, and he was drowning in anxiety about our son’s feeding, sleeping, and colic. We were both emotional wrecks.
The colic ended around ten weeks. I continued to pump and store milk until about sixteen weeks. At that point, my depression was so bad that I couldn’t think straight at work, felt like I was moving in slow motion through fog, and was exhausted all day despite the fact that our son had started to sleep much better at night. When I finally reached out for help,I was officially diagnosed with severe postpartum depression (PPD), and I started on medication.
Here I am, a month and a half after starting treatment for PPD, and I feel like I have enough clarity to finally look back on the first few months of my son’s life. We both had a very rough start. I am certain that my feeding difficulties and feeling like a failure of a mom contributed in a huge way to the development of PPD. However, hindsight is 20/20 and while I was so against formula at the start I am so glad in retrospect that our pediatrician made us supplement. Our son is thriving. He is now more than fifteen pounds, happy, alert, playful, and thriving. I can now see that even though things didn’t work out the way I’d wanted them to, he loves me. I am finally able to enjoy him now that I am no longer a slave to the pump, producing only about one-third to one-half of what he needed every day. I think about our situation sometimes and realize that if it wasn’t for formula, my son could easily have suffered a significant brain injury or died. That’s the reality of it, and that’s the bottom line. For whatever reason, I couldn’t make enough milk. I’m not a bad person or a bad mom because of it. My son and I are both very grateful for those along the way who finally made us realize the most important truth of all is: Fed is Best.
HOW YOU CAN SUPPORT FED IS BEST
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- Join the Fed is Best Volunteer group to help us reach Obstetric Health Providers to advocate for counseling of new mothers on the importance of safe infant feeding.
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- Share the stories and the message of the Fed is Best Foundation through word-of-mouth, by posting on your social media page and by sending our resources to expectant moms that you know. Share the Fed is Best campaign letter with everyone you know.
- Write a letter to your health providers and hospitals about the Fed is Best Foundation. Write them about feeding complications your child may have experienced.
- Print out our letter to obstetric providers and mail them to your local obstetricians, midwives, family practitioners who provide obstetric care and hospitals.
- Write your local elected officials about what is happening to newborn babies in hospitals and ask for legal protection of newborn babies from underfeeding and of mother’s rights to honest informed consent on the risks of insufficient feeding of breastfed babies.
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Thank you so much from the Founders of the Fed is Best Foundation!
7 thoughts on “My Baby Scream-Cried The Entire Second Night In The Hospital”
Did your baby have a thorough oral assessment?? Did/does he have oral restrictions?? The symptoms you describe correlate with oral restrictions..
Even if there were, that child should have been supplemented and made to go hungry. Making babies cry for milk and forcing them to go hungry is unsafe, barbaric and illegal.
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