Wow.
I have received so many comments and emails and phone
calls and facebook posts and wow. So many people with so many different
opinions! I’d like to thank those of you who have given me so much support
through all of this – and that actually includes those of you who shared with
me your feelings that I should not conclude pumping. I realize you are (hopefully)
sharing with me your thoughts out of love and concern and I appreciate that.
I wanted to give an update on how the weaning is going.
Better.
That’s all.
…
Ha.
Just kidding. No, it really is going better. I actually found a somewhat decent
article on
the mechanics of weaning.
I can tell my supply is slowing dropping off. I realize now that I was crazy
impatient in this whole process and expecting that my body would go from
producing 1 gallon of milk a day to 0 ounces a day was going to happen in a few
days was a bit naïve. I really think the
B6 is helping too. I also try to go longer and longer between pumping and do a
slightly smaller amount each time. I use ice packs whenever I can and I have
been wearing sports bras all day and night for a week now. These things are
really helping with the physical side of weaning.
As
for the emotional --
Whew.
I don’t know. I’ve read so much stuff on this (like
this and
this and
this).
I’ve read through everyone’s comments multiple times about not feeling guilty.
I think in the end, I am still trying to have peace about this decision. I’m
using the space I have here as a therapy of sorts in order to do that.
I’m a proponent of taking care of
your children. I have never been a huge breastfeeding or bust (ha. I just made
that up but that’s clever. Lactivists should coin that) Anyway, I’ve never been
one of those crazy breastmilk people. I wanted to give it a shot because with
the boys being so early, I felt like one of the few things I could do was provide
them with some natural anti-bodies during their uphill struggle to just
develop. I think it helped their undeveloped immune system and I’m still glad
for that.
I have pumped every 3-4 hours since
they were born nearly 6 months ago. I have never had the luxury of just feeding them. Even when I was
tandem nursing, I would have to pump afterward because I was so engorged. I
decided to pump exclusively when I went back to work (two weeks after we
finally got them home) so we wouldn’t have nipple issues. I have seldom had the
sweet bond that can come from nursing a baby. Have no doubt, nursing twins is a
job. It is work. At least for me, it seldom was the sweet cuddle time I would
have enjoyed. Maybe we would’ve gotten there eventually? And as for losing
weight, I slimmed down fairly quickly but I still had an extra 10lbs on while
breastfeeding. Just weaning in the last week I have already lost 5lbs.
I have had mastitis. I have had
severe bleeding and even given them pink breast milk. I have had plugged ducts
that have dropped me to the floor and caused me to cry in pain for hours. I
have pumped for hours at a time to work out ducts. I have used heat and ice and
massage. I have called hotlines at 3am. I have altered my diet. I have taken
fenugreek to be able to produce enough. I have bought a deep freezer just to store any extra I could produce.
I have pumped in every place imaginable including on a toilet in a bathroom at
a restaurant, under my desk at work, bare chested in an airport bathroom during
a 20 min layover, in the back of a rental car, in the passenger seat of our car
on the way to wherever. I have bought nipple shields and pads and storage bags
and pump parts and nursing bras and nursing pillows and hands-free pump bras
and lactose free everything and yeast free everything and creams and cloth
covers and so on. Besides not sleeping, I have missed countless opportunities
to be with my boys or friends or my husband so I could go back to my bedroom
and not disturb anyone. I have missed meetings at work. I have missed movies
and poker nights. I have done all of this, and more, without complaint. I know
I have sacrificed for this.
And
despite all of this, I’m having a hard time with the guilt. I think this comes
from feeling like a lot of my worth to them is providing breast milk since I’m gone
most of the day at work. If I can’t physically be there for them, at least I
could provide something physical. And now that I don’t have that anymore, I’m
having a hard time feeling valuable to them. I know that is ridiculous. My
logical brain tells me that I do a lot for them (not the least of which is
listed above), but my emotional mommy-guilt brain tells me I need to do more.
So
that’s where I’m at. I’m sure in another few weeks I’ll see them thriving and I’ll
have the opportunity to sleep and get my hormones all balanced again and things
will be looking up. At least I’m hoping for that.
Until
then, though, I thought I’d share one last thing. It’s
a great piece about being judgmental. I’ve realized through this whole process
how incredibly judgmental we can be of each other and ourselves. In fact, most
of our judgments of each other are really insecurities we have within
ourselves. I think that’s why we see it so much in the world of parenting. We
all feel insecure as parents. It’s an area where we get little feedback and
where we don’t know how to define “success”. That’s a tough grading curve. My
favorite part of this piece is the following analogy –
“A
man spends all of his day in a coal mine and his entire body and face are
filthy. As he arrives home he sees a mirror his wife has bought. He looks at
the mirror and sees that his reflection is dirty, so he takes a rag and starts
cleaning the mirror. He tries and tries with all his might but his face still
remains dirty. Of course this man is acting foolishly, as it is not a problem
with the mirror but rather his own filth.”
Have
a wonderful weekend.