1.22.2009

Now with real sentences!

I figure I should take advantage of this quiet time.

My son is 19 days old today. Every day I figure up how old he is and mourn the previous day of his life because he'll never be that age again. Seriously, it's heartbreaking how fast he's growing up. In grown up time, these past 19 days feel like they've crawled but in baby time- in the time he's now awake and more alert- time is flying.

So much has happened, I don't know how I'll ever be able to write about it all. Let me start with the bad. From what I've heard, the first two weeks are the hardest and we get a pass on the first week. Picking up where I left off, we continued the trek back and forth to our pediatrician every single day of his first week of life. Including Saturday. And on each and every one of those days, his foot was pricked to draw blood for his jaundice and he was weighed. Each day, he lost more weight and the supplements went up (though his jaundice was getting better). We were force feeding this child and he still wasn't putting on weight. By Saturday, I was hysterical. Not only hormonal and sleep deprived, but I felt like a failure of a mother. I'm supposed to be able to care for my child- hell, my only job is to keep him alive- and I was failing. C did his best to tell me I wasn't a failure, but I couldn't help the way I felt. That day, we saw another pedi in the practice who received the brunt of my feelings via tears. When C walked into that room and told me he'd lost another ounce, I lost it. Soon after, the doctor came in, startled to see a parent in tears before he'd even said hello. My feelings of failure soon turned to rage because, after looking at Carter's data, and verifying he'd been on "phototherapy" since Wednesday for his jaundice, he said the following. "I can see that you're obviously frustrated with this situation, but I really wouldn't expect him to gain any weight while on phototherapy since it kind of dehydrates them. You're maintaining and that's what I'd expect to see."

Uhh. WHAT? No one had shared that little tidbit. So, here we've been browbeaten over his weight loss every single day for a week and NOW we hear this? Seriously. Rage doesn't even begin to cover it. I was pissed at my young-ass pediatrician and I was pissed at the "lactation consultant" who wasn't helping us but more alerting the media with every loss. (We'd later learn she wasn't even a real lactation consultant but a WIC counselor with a breastfeeding lesson.

So, I did what any other insane mother would do. I looked elsewhere for help. Monday morning, I called the Lactation Center at the hospital.

I need to back up for a minute because I haven't addressed this issue yet. While we were in the hospital, one of the lactation consultants came to visit us to see how we were doing. She immediately showed concern over his "tongue-tie". This isn't our child, but it's exactly what his tongue looked like.



See the heart shape? Carter couldn't even stick his tongue our past his lower gumline, much less breastfeed properly. When I discussed this with out pedi when he came to check Carter in the hospital, he didn't seem concerned and said most kids are able to cope just fine. Even the other pedi we saw said, "Those ladies (at the lactation center) like to make a big deal about it, but it's usually nothing."



WRONG. FAIL.


So, when I called to make an appointment with the lactation center, they were of course, happy to see us. When we made it apparent that we had researched tongue-tie and the procedure to clip the membrane and that we wanted it done, they were over joyed. So happy in fact, they called a pediatrician-type on duty at the hospital and had it clipped right then and there in their cubby hole of an office. There were maybe three drops of blood, one scream and he was brought straight to me to breastfeed.

Let me just say, there was a night and day difference. Suddenly, this child can eat! This whole time it wasn't me not providing enough, it was his poor, heart shaped little tongue not allowing him to eat! Not only had the stubborn doctors effected my child, but my milk supply was almost non-existent due to the lack of demand. So, I immediately went on herbs and teas to hopefully boost it. Wouldn't that just be ironic for him to finally be able to eat and me have nothing to give him? But alas, all was not lost. That was done last Monday. By Wednesday, he'd gained an ounce. By Friday, he was up three ounces. Yesterday, we went back to that damned pediatrician for his two week well baby appointment and he was up another 3.5 ounces bringing his weight to 6lbs 15.5oz. Can we just call that 7 pounds and get a hallelujah?!!

There is certainly something to be said for taking control of a situation and finding another way. I'm usually a pretty big pushover, but I can honestly say, this was the first best decision I'd made for my child, damning the consequences. My child will have fat rolls in no time... just weight and see.

So, that's been my life for the past 19 days. Eating every 2 hours, supplementing with formula via fingers and tubes to now, finally gaining weight. I'm not even complaining about the lack of sleep or the screaming during diaper changes and I'm not complaining about being confined to this house. My child is thriving and for that, I'm the happiest mom in the world. Now if you'll excuse me, my baby is hungry!












You can see where his frenulum (the membrane we cut) used to be attached. To me, a crying baby never looked so good.

15 comments:

Heather said...

Bless your heart Sara. I love you. ((((BIGHUG))))

Shelly Diane said...

Wow, what a journey! Sounds like it should be a lot smoother sailing, now, and I'll pray for y'all that it is!

CeruleanBlue aka MoMo said...

wow... see, and THOSE are the kind of things people never tell you!!! I'm so glad y'all were able to figure it all out! Seems like you'll have smooth sailing and falling in love will continue!

He's just precious!

~Becky said...

It's hard to not think you are failing...I understand that! But look at you (and your hubby) taking charge and doing what's right for your little man! He's blessed to have such a great mommy and daddy :)

Anonymous said...

Oh it just breaks my heart...but I'm so glad he's doing better. Sara, your doing great!! He's perfection, everytime I see a picture thats the first word that comes to mine. Perfect!
Love,
Amber

addiebaby said...

Oh Sara - I'm sorry you're having a hard time. I don't think it's ever easy. You're just never sure of yourself and being a parent for the first, time you want to trust everything your doctor and LC say because they HAVE to know better, right? Not always, unfortunately.

You're that little boy's only advocate. You and C have to fight for him because he can't do it for himself. Good for you for taking charge and figuring it all out.

I promise it gets easier.

Anonymous said...

Go, Sara! Way not to give up on the BF! You and C are both doing great and know what is best for baby Carter.

Maureen

Gabrielle said...

I'm so happy to hear that Baby C is eating and gaining weight. Keep it up momma! You're doing GREAT!!!

Anonymous said...

Good for you! You're much stronger than I am. We had to take Allison to the Dr. every other day after she was born for weight checks, too. It was awful. My lactation consultant at Mother Francis was great, but I still gave up. After two weeks of not gaining and the nurses looking at me like I was starving my baby, I just couldn't take it anymore.

I'm so glad he's doing better. I can't wait to meet him!

Julie

Tori said...

You're a hoot! Congrats on the milestones. You're a fab mama in my book! :)

Diane Mandy said...

I'm catching up and your life and just wanted say a huge (but belated) CONGRATULATIONS! I'm sorry the first couple weeks have been tough on you guys, but I know it will get better and better.

The Pifer's said...

Left you something on my page love!

Anonymous said...

Way to go Sara!! Way to speak up!

Right after we got home, I started balling because Hank was already 3 days old! I understand your pain!

-Allison

Anonymous said...

We've just had a very similar experience in the UK, with several midwives saying our son had a tongue tie, and the consultant paediatician saying that tongue ties are highly controversial, with "some parts of the country having a 0% diagnosis rate and others over 1%". He was only 5 days old yesterday, and we took him to the local tongue tie specialist midwife, she phoned the consultant and browbeat him into permitting her to cut the frenulum - it took no time and seemed to cause no distress or bleeding, and the breastfeeding is already so much better. Another victory for the midwives over the doctors!

Sara said...

I'm so happy you were able to have the tongue tie fixed! Way to be an advocate for your child! Best of luck!