So the LC came today and while we had great success I am more confused than ever.
We were able to successfully get her to latch (yay!) but it was literally a 2 person job with the help of the nipple shield and the LC using a syringe to dribble milk over the breast to get her actively sucking. DH has tried this several times on our own with little success. This is all fine and well but I am 1 person with 2 hands. I can't hold the baby, compress my breast, and dribble milk down myself on my own every day. I know this is just a means to an end but there is no way for me to even attempt this on my own.
Regardless, she latched and was actively sucking and the LC said she could see her swallowing so she was getting milk. I asked her how long we should stay doing this and she advised that if DD was not done yet she would let me know. So I kept feeding her alternating breasts...for 2hrs!!! Every time she came off or I switched sides she rooted like crazy and cried for the breast and would frantically reattach. I know she was getting milk because I felt my breasts get softer, but 2hrs of this!? My nipples were sore and I just couldn't do it any longer, but she was still obviously starving...screaming so hard she couldn't breathe and rooting, so I topped her up (which probably erased all the work we did today) and she guzzled back a whole bottle in about 3mins flat. So what gives? I know my supply is not stellar because I've been relying on the pump to keep it going, but it's like she got nothing, even though I know she did. Half of that time she was feeding the LC was here, so we were doing it right, but how could she possible have been so hungry?? I have no freaking idea what I'm doing
. This is all so foreign to me I feel so over my head.
This day has worn me out. I've done nothing but bottle feed, wash/sterilize bottles, breastfeed and pump all day long. It's 4pm and the only thing I've managed to get into my own stomach is a cup of tea. I can't go on like this, I'm not even enjoying my baby anymore. I just rocked her to sleep, the poor mite was so utterly exhausted.