For the past 24 hours, my darling Natey Nate has been feed at my breast. I'm so happy I can't even begin to explain it. He's latching better each and every feeding. I'm not going to lie, last night was challenging. I cried more than once and whispered horrible language. LOL! It's hard, but anything worth doing can be hard at times and since I'm starting to see a bit of light at the end of the tunnel I feel like I can go on.
This morning I had an appointment with a lactation consultant at the hospital in the next town over. She was okay. She was extremely nice, but she wanted to toss a nipple shield on me and use a syringe with a tube to feed him while he nursed on the shield. I kept quiet for a moment and then I asked if we could try things without all the aids. I can use aids and have some success at home. I want to be nursing without all the contraptions, that's why I was seeing a specialist. She was receptive and low and behold we had success. I was so pleased.
Wesley has a new nic name, "Shredder". I was cringing at his latch last night and the Dr. Scholls radio commercial for their odor eater insoles was playing through my head. If you haven't heard it, it features a dog chewing on some german doctor's loafers and in a heavy german accent he said, "Heel Shredder". Well that's what I was telling Wes last night, "Heel Shredder".
The problem comes in with having the boys open their mouth big enough to take in my entire nipple. Wesley has an extremely shallow latch and he's really doing damage to my nipples. I hurt! So last night, he got expressed breastmilk in the bottle and saved my sore girls for Nathan.
This will get better as they grow and their mouths get bigger. It will also get better when I help them get a better latch. Things will improve, I can do this. It's just going to take time. I keep reminding myself that.
To celebrate my breastfeeding success ... oh, by the way, I tandem fed both babies again today with the help of the lactation nurse. I can't seem to do it on my own yet. But to celebrate my full night of breastfeeding Nathan, I bought two nursing tanks and a new nursing bra.
I may be tired, but I feel like a rock star. I feel like all my hard work is paying off and that I wasn't crazy to keep trying. If I can breastfeed these twins, there won't be too much I can't accomplish.