Not only that but Steve and I got a very charming bout of Gastro and I made nothing. Not only did I have to call one of Steve’s workmates wives to take Aidan for the day but I was curled up on the bathroom floor with my husband feeling like death warmed up. I was horrified I couldn’t look after my baby and scared that I’d no longer be able to breastfeed, to lose those special moments. I flirted with the freedom formula feeding would bring to my body but knew I had to keep trying, I wasn’t ready to quit yet. As of yesterday I stopped giving formula, I did consider one bottle before his big night time sleep but I missed my cuddle feed. He was only drinking the same amount of formula as he would from my breast and still wanted to feed as frequently, not the 180mls, 5 times a day as the formula tins says. Everyday my boobs seem to be a bit more full so maybe it was stress, maybe it was the Gastro, maybe the people who commented on Aidan’s size shouldn’t be paid attention to. I don’t know. All I do know is that for now the breast is still coming first even though it may not last as long as I’d like. As someone said to me recently, “Not everyone was made to be a dairy cow“. I don’t have to be perfect, I just have to try and do what works for us.
I can do a more detailed post about baby foods/breastfeeding/baby led weaning if anyone wants but I thought I’d just blurt out a few of the main details before my head explodes from it all.