Some time ago now, I WROTE ABOUT A CONDITION CALLED NIPPLE VASOSPASM. It had affected terribly each of my attempts with breastfeeding my babies. No matter how I tried, the pain was agonizing and for months and months and months.
So during Ezekiel's pregnancy, I tried so many things. I put calendular cream on every day, sometimes twice a day. I took tissue salts daily, saw a specialist about taking a prescription drug called Nifedipine (which I ended up using for less than a week because the migranes I got were too strong). I bought and used woollen breastpads daily for months (which I attribute much of the change this time round to!), joined my local ABA group, bought nipple herbal washes (which I didn't end up needing to use!!!) and talked and read lots of other people's stories.
And I prayed. I prayed and prayed.
I cried out to Yah and pleaded with Him to allow me to have a different experience this time round.
And I prayed. I prayed and prayed.
I cried out to Yah and pleaded with Him to allow me to have a different experience this time round.
I wanted to just once what it was like to feed like other women I saw around me did. I would see their baby show hunger signs and they would bring their baby close to their chest, lift their top, feed their baby and continue on in conversation with others around them.
This was SO completely opposite to what I'd experienced in the past.
My experience went something along the lines of the baby shows hunger signs. My heartrate would increase dramatically as I grimmaced just thinking about the pain that would shoot through my nipple and the rest of my nervous system as the baby would try and latch on. If we were at home, the whole room would basically stop what was going on, people (Brett, my folks if they were here, the kids) would come and hold my hand so I could squeeze the goodness out of it. Tears would roll down my face, toes curled and I would rock and writhe in pain all to just get the baby to latch on. If others were around, I would try and hide those things as best I could; sometimes I could other times I couldn't. As the baby got older and would feed less on me and more on solids, the pain would subside but it was always there in the background.
My experience went something along the lines of the baby shows hunger signs. My heartrate would increase dramatically as I grimmaced just thinking about the pain that would shoot through my nipple and the rest of my nervous system as the baby would try and latch on. If we were at home, the whole room would basically stop what was going on, people (Brett, my folks if they were here, the kids) would come and hold my hand so I could squeeze the goodness out of it. Tears would roll down my face, toes curled and I would rock and writhe in pain all to just get the baby to latch on. If others were around, I would try and hide those things as best I could; sometimes I could other times I couldn't. As the baby got older and would feed less on me and more on solids, the pain would subside but it was always there in the background.
I couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like to actually REALLY enjoy feeding; from the moment it started to the end of the feed.
I couldn't ever imagine that.
Now I know what that feels like!
Praise to Yah!
I have experienced all that I prayed for!
As I said, I didn't need the Nifedipine for long, I used the woollen breast pads daily for months and I finally experienced what I saw others doing; enjoying feeding their babies!
HalleluYAH! I praise Yah with all my heart!
I know that it's not the end of the world if you can't feed but for me this is more than just being able to breastfeed. This was about a cry of my heart that was answered. This was about being healed and feeling encouraged. This was about pushing through as best I could.
I've recently been experiencing difficulty with Zeeki biting me during feeds. Donna suggested using calendular again so I'll be doing that. I also break the latch just before he falls asleep on the breast as this was often when he was clamping down too. I'm trying to recognise when he's not actually hungry and when he is needing something to gnaw or gum and giving him a dummy, teether or teething gel when necessary.
Zeeki is 9 months old and this is the longest I've ever fed a baby without also comp feeding them with formula. As I said, this is not a post to condemn those who have fed their babies with formula; far from it as I have done that for 4 of my children in the past! This is just an update on my story about the cry of my heart to feed my baby without pain.
And how God faithfully answered my prayer.
More another time,
Lus x