My first, Isaac, was born via emergency C-section after a very long, hard labor and was immediately transported to another hospital (with NICU) without my even seeing him. By the time we were brought together, he was already used to the bottles and I did not breast-feed him. I did pump for the first week and feed him bottles of breast milk. I couldn't handle pumping and feeding, however, so I gave up and switched to formula.
My second, Katie, was born scheduled C-section and I tried breast-feeding. She lost weight and her jaundice got to dangerous levels, so the nurses encouraged me to feed her a bottle of formula as my milk was not coming in. I refused and kept breast-feeding. She was sent home on a . After our long, five day hospital stay, we had to return to the hospital (which was 45 minutes away) every morning for a week for a bilirubin test. She still was not getting enough breast milk and was feeding every hour unsatisfied. So, feeling defeated and suffering from postpartum depression, I gave up after a few weeks.
Now I'm pregnant again (hopefully our last) and I am going to give it one more try this time. I am much more educated and prepared from what will happen to how to do everything, etc.
This baby is practically a miracle because I got pregnant on the IUD. The doc says the baby is fine but nothing is for sure because my situation is so rare. I feel my last little miracle deserves the best for beating the odds so I am going to do my damnedest to succeed.
