Back To Square One

After about a week and a half of trying to focus on Levi's feedings and making sure he was getting a full feeding, we went to the lactation specialist to have him weighed and see if we were progressing. Unfortunately, Levi is 2 ounces less than he was at his 2 month appointment. :(

So we're back to square one. I'm pumping every feeding until Friday when we'll go back to the LC office and have Levi weighed again. I'm also supplementing with formula when I don't pump enough milk. It's super frustrating. I just don't really understand why or how. I honestly don't feel like anything has changed, so why is this an issue?!

I really love working with the LC. She's very patient and understanding. Some things that she recommended were adding a lot of the "good fatty foods" to my diet. Examples: olive oil, oatmeal, greek yogurt, avocados, milk shakes, protein shakes, etc. I love all of those things, so that's not a problem... I'll take any excuse I can to eat more avocados! :)

After chatting with a friend of mine who loves talking about pregnancy and birth and breastfeeding she really encouraged me. She told me to pray over my breast, breast milk and Levi. And she encouraged me by reminding me that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. (I will praise Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made..." Psalm 139:14) I believe that God can cause my body to make the milk I need to feed my son and that my milk will be enough in volume and enough nutrients so Levi can gain weight.

It's challenging for me to have to try this hard to have good milk when I JUST went through a year of breastfeeding with no problems. I know every child is different, but it's just frustrating to have such success and then to struggle.

And can I just say, I really don't enjoy pumping... at all. And formula spit up is so gross! ha!

One more thing. I know that breast milk is the best thing for my baby. I truly believe that. But if my son isn't benefitting from it and he's not gaining weight, than I'm okay with giving him formula. I'd rather not starve my child.