When Lulu was born we stayed in the hospital for 2 days, which is the norm for vag births. During this time, I was so whacked out, feeling completely misplaced and awry from the shock and wonder of having just given birth, the excitement of having this amazing new baby and the surrealness of the pace of hospital life with an ever-changing nurse staff, people popping in to check up on me at all times, needing to ring the bell to get help to go to the bathroom, etc, etc.
This is what I have to say about nurses and breastfeeding – they’re opinions and attitudes vary tremendously.
Most nurses are wonderful, patient and gentle. Unfortunately, not all are, NOR are they all informed about actual breastfeeding and they certainly are not professionally trained lactation consultants. They see a lot of babies learn to breastfeed and, after a while, some may come to believe that ALL babies will learn how to do it by X methodology and try to push their approach on you and your newborn. Not all babies are the same, nor are their mothers, and breastfeeding is an intimate relationship that is unique to each pairing. The basics of breastfeeding are constant (angle of baby’s head to nipple, etc), but the techniques of helping the baby get there can vary widely.
Lulu did not take to breastfeeding that easily. Or maybe it was more me, that I didn’t get the hang of it. Nevertheless, the first few MONTHS of her life were a tremendous struggle to get into the swing of things and, certainly, the first few days were the worst of the worst.
I honestly think that the greatest portion of our ongoing difficulties were due to the pressure and attitude of a few of the nurses we had. There were two nurses, in particular, who’s attitudes / approaches to breastfeeding were to take Lulu’s head and literally shove it onto my breast. There was nothing natural about how this felt and she struggled and got upset and the mother instinct in me knew something was wrong with this approach, but the nurses insisted that if I was just more adament she’d suddenly “get” it.
There was SO MUCH PRESSURE in those early hours and days, I was DESPERATE for my daughter to eat (which she does now, like a champ!), to thrive.
Looking back on it, if I could do it over… I would like to kick those two nurses out and tell them to get their hands the FUdge off my baby.
Lulu’s latch didn’t come that easily and, it wasn’t until several days later that I finally got hooked up with a lactation consultant (LC) whose approach was much more holistic and easy going… sort of a “follow the baby’s lead” approach, when things started to fall together. I ended up using a nipple shield during the first 6 weeks, at least, and that made things so much easier (my nipples weren’t large enough to stimulate the suck reflex in Lulu, it seemed). What was most valuable about this LC, more than even her approach, was her easy-going, positive, “there are no mistakes and no big deals” attitude. It helped me to relax.
So, my advice, experience, what have you, is to remember when you’re in the hospital that this is YOUR baby and if you don’t like someone’s attitude, tell them to get the F-U-dge out of your room. And, sure, I’m giving you license to swear. What are they going to do, kick you out?***
The other big thing to know is that you do NOT have to get breastfeeding down in the first 24 hours, much less 48. You can use a pump to help stimulate your milk production – I did and my production is insanely great, even at 6 months! There’s no need to rush into things like it’s a big emergency. Your baby WILL get food. You can even hand-express the colostrum and give it to her on your pinky if you have to.
So, RELAX. Keep as many people out of your hospital room as possible (my last day there was fraught with volunteers and staff coming in, some selling “baby’s first photo,” some offering prayers from my local church, etc.), and just enjoy looking at and holding your new baby. If the breastfeeding is meant to work out, it will. It’s hard work, not easy stuff, but not an emergency.
***Actually, you might want to exhibit a modicum of decorum when kicking the nurse out – the nurses work very hard and, at the end of the day, the quality of the care you receive depends largely on them. Just, if you get a pushy one, tell them you want to try the feeding on your own and, thanks for their time (and don’t let the door hit them in the a** on the way out!).