I love her with all my heart.
Ok, internets. I’m coming to you for help.
I know I said I was through, that I had given up. But I truly haven’t. I don’t know if I will ever allow myself to REALLY give up.
So I’m asking you… I’m begging you to help me. All moms who have breastfed, all mommies who have tried to breastfeed, all lactation consultants and la leche league leaders, all women who have helped a friend, sister, daughter; anyone who knows anyone who knows something about breastfeeding – please help me. Please pass this on, pass it forward, spread it around. There has to be someone out there who went through exactly what I am going through, who has any idea, who can help. I believe there has to be.
I have been blogging about all of our problems breastfeeding since the very beginning, but I’m going to chronicle them all out here, so it’s all in one place. This is a little long, but I think knowing the whole history is important.
Ruby was born full term in a natural water-birth. She was skin to skin immediately on my chest and not taken away for the first several hours. She latched on within the first 30 minutes and began sucking. She was evaluated for tongue tie and proclaimed “fine”.
Early on, I had glimmerings of an idea that something was wrong. Ruby would break suction on nearly every suck. She had huge (I mean MASSIVE) suck blisters all over her lips – but she was growing well and no one else was concerned. I eventually took her to a lactation consultant to find out if there was something wrong with her latch. I had a small amount of nipple pain, but it was tolerable.
The first lactation appointment revealed that I had massive over-supply, that was thought to be the culprit of all of our problems. The LC said that she had never seen anything like it before, because Ruby didn’t even have to suck, she basically just had to open her mouth and let the milk pour in. After checking for and again ruling out tongue-tie, she recommended that we get my over supply under control, and the rest would fall in to place. This was also around the time we began our first bout with yeast.
In order to correct my over-supply, I began block feeding. We started with 3 hour blocks and got all the way up to 8 hour blocks before I felt like my supply was under control. There was no more heavy letdown, no engorged feelings between feedings, and Ruby was actually able to “comfort” suck at the end of a feeding. But this “normal” amount of milk in my breasts brought on a whole new set of problems. Over a month old now, Ruby had never had to find herself a good, deep latch; it became very apparent that she had no idea how to do it.
I went back to an LC and had her watch, offer suggestions, try to help. She said that it was her opinion that Ruby looked fine and that the clicking and suction breaking was just her compensating for my oversupply. (Oversupply?! I didn’t HAVE oversupply, I finally had just the right supply!) So I walked away feeling totally lost. Nursing had suddenly started to hurt – badly. Ruby was unhappy, fussy, angry; she would pull away and pinch and yell.
I began reading and trying everything I could think of. Laid-back breastfeeding. Only nursing lying down. Nursing sitting up. Anything and everything I could think of to get her to nurse comfortably and happy at the breast. Her incredibly unhappy nursing behavior started right around the time that I returned to work and Ruby was introduced to the bottle. It became immediately clear that she had severe nipple preference, and wasn’t interested in nursing. I started pumping to protect my supply and offered her the breast before every single feeding. It was a battle just to return her to NURSING position – she would scream as soon as I laid her back. Through a lot of patience, determination and hard work, I got Ruby back to the breast, only not well. Nursing had really, really taken a turn for the worse.
The pain from nursing had gotten so bad that I made another LC appointment. I had purchased a nipple shield on the recommendation of many other mommas, and wanted to get some help. During the appointment it was found that Ruby had zero milk transfer (with AND without the shield) and was happy as a clam as I pumped out 5 ounces of milk and it was offered in a bottle. No real help or advice to offer me, the LC suggested she may have a weak suck.
Near the 2 month old mark, I read an article online about
“maxillary labial frenum.” I pulled back Ruby’s lip, and sure enough she appeared to have the most severe level of lip tie. I knew immediately that I wanted to get something done about it, but didn’t really have the chance. My husband and I began experimenting with bottle feeding; different bottles, different nipples, different flows. We have tried every single bottle on the market that touts the ability to be used in conjunction with breastfeeding – to no avail. Ruby would nurse if she were REALLY hungry, but not well, not happily, and JUST enough to tide her over until the next time she could get a bottle.
We continued like this for nearly a month when I finally decided it was time to have her lip tie divided. I called Dr. Kotlow‘s office in Albany, NY because I knew if I was getting it done, I was going to have it done by the leading expert in the field. We flew to Albany the next day and Dr. Kotlow pointed out to me without a doubt that not only was Ruby lip tied, she also had a very significant tongue tie. I started crying on the spot, not because she was tongue tied, but really because it felt incredibly good to know that I wasn’t making things up – there really WAS something wrong with her mouth.
Dr. Kotlow clipped Ruby’s lip and tongue ties, and I saw an IMMEDIATE difference. Her latch was better instantly – minutes after the procedure. She seemed calmer, happier, more willing to nurse. The pain I was feeling during all nursing sessions was gone. She wasn’t clicking or losing suction. She didn’t seem to be struggling to keep herself on the breast. I thought we were cured.
And then a new behavior developed. To my best ability to describe this, it appeared as though Ruby didn’t LIKE the feeling of her new, deep latch. EVERY time she was offered the breast, she would latch on immediately (she seemed willing and excited to nurse, at least!) but she would bring both of her hands up, place them on either side of the breast, and pull back as far as she possibly could. She would happily suck with just the tip of the nipple in her mouth, fists clenched deeply in to flesh, and remain that way as long as I could let her. As you can probably imagine, this was excruciatingly painful and I couldn’t tolerate it for more than a few seconds. But, if I pulled her hands away, held her closer to me, or did anything to change the position that she was attempting to nurse in, she would immediately begin crying, moaning, fussing, pinching and finally just refuse to nurse.
Ruby and I continued with this nursing battle for nearly 3 weeks before I couldn’t take it any more. Every single nursing session reduced me to tears. I would get so hot, and hurt and angry that I couldn’t even look at her. One day, I finally decided that she NEEDED to eat, so I went and got some frozen pumped milk, put it in a bottle, and I fed her. I cried, and I cried but I decided we were done. Nursing her wasn’t working for either of us and it was just causing more heartache than good. From that day forward, I have exclusively pumped, and Ruby has been bottle fed.
About two weeks ago, I took Ruby to see a speech therapist. She did a suck evaluation, and tried Ruby on about 5 different types of nipples, with different types of flows. She determined that Ruby has an uncoordinated suck, in that she doesn’t take any breaks. She just sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks, with little time to swallow or breathe. This causes her to have a very urgent, demanding feeling to her feeding. We began paced bottle feeding and have seen an improvement in her demeanor while she is bottle fed, but there has been very little change in her nursing behavior. She doesn’t nurse like a normal baby, who will suck, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, rest. She doesn’t rest.
And this is sort of where I stand. Ruby wants to nurse, and I will attempt to allow her to
occasionally. She hurts me terribly the entire time. I have cuts and claw marks on my chest and nipples. She squirms and kicks and rears her head back. She PINCHES. There is nothing I can do to ease her discomfort or get her to relax. I say I have given up, but I really haven’t; I want her to nurse. I so desperately, deeply, fully want her to enjoy nursing, for it to become a nursing relationship that makes us both happy. I want to nurse Ruby until she doesn’t need the milk any more.
I want to nurse.
Please help. Please send this to anyone who might be able to help. Please give me all of your ideas and suggestions and advice. Please tell me even if you think I’ve already tried it.
Ruby is 5 months old. I’m not finished. It’s not over yet. Please. I need help.
I was sitting on the toilet when I came up with this blog post idea.
Too much information? Blah. Too bad.
I want simple things, really.
I want…
… I want Ruby to be able to nurse happily and comfortably.
… I want my kids to be happy.
… I want my husband to have a job that fulfills him.
… I want to poop every day.
… I want my house to be the cleaner side of messy.
… I want Ronan and Ruby to sleep. At least sometimes.
… I want to not have to worry about money ALL. THE. TIME.
… I want to treat my friendships as well as I regard them.
… I want to feel rested sometimes.
… somehow, I want to balance being a mom, a wife, and a full time ultrasound tech with being MANDY. Every now and then, I want to be Mandy.
I know I haven’t shared a video in a long time, but this one was too good to keep to myself.
Ruby is figuring out how to blow bubbles with her lips, and she thinks it’s HI-LAR-E-YUS if you do it back to her. Enjoy!
I have thought of a different thing I want to blog about every single day for the last few weeks. I haven’t had a computer to write one!
Now that I can sit here and write a blog, I don’t really know what to say.
I guess a few updates?
We moved. Or, we are moving. We found a renter for our home and moved in with Brock’s parents while we look for a new home. However, the renter isn’t moving in until July 28th, so it is taking us forever to get OUT of our old place. Sometimes I wish we’d had a shorter deadline just so we could get it all done at once. I feel like details are slipping through the cracks, and I’m losing track of what needs to get done.
Besides that, I just love being here. I love waking up on the lake, and hearing the birds. I love how much time Ronan spends outside, and how much he loves it. I love sitting by the dock with Ruby, and all of the light through the windows, and the amazing amount of help having family around really is. I never knew how nice it could be.

Ronan hasn’t had a nap in 4 days. It’s frustrating like crazy, but he’s also in a new place, not in his bed, dealing with fun new stuff all day every day. Hopefully he will return to napping soon, because he’s not ready to go all day without a nap. We have been melt-down central around here.
His speech therapy is on hold, which is incredibly frustrating. We had seen so much progress, so fast. New words every single day. New sounds, new attempts, new excitement. It felt like Ronan was getting used to the idea of speech therapy, and what we were trying to do. Now, two weeks from his last session, I’m worried that it’s going to have to start all over again. I really, truly hope that wont be the case.
Beyond all of this, Ronan is such an incredibly smart and sweet boy. We’ve started seeing lots of 2 and 3 word phrases. He knows what he wants, and how to ask for it. He loves his trucks and cars, he loves to be tickled and chased, he loves squirting everything on the deck with grandmommy’s squirt bottle. He asks questions. He figures things out. He eats EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. He loves his baby sister, and hands out hugs and kisses even to people he’s just met. He refuses to sit on the potty with no exceptions. He laughs when he farts, and yells “TOOT!” when he hears someone else. We’ve continued his Gluten free/Dairy free diet and very little television (sometimes going many days without any TV time at all) and it has done him a world of good. He’s an amazing boy.

Ruby has been Ruby. Incredibly sweet and cute, smiling all the time – except when she’s crying. Brock and I tried to go out to anniversary dinner last night, and apparently Ruby screamed the entire time we were gone. She was exhausted when we got home, and fell asleep almost immediately after I took her. I hate it for her, and I hate it for whomever we leave her with. I know she’ll grow out of it, but it doesn’t make it any easier while we’re going through it.

Even though I have been mostly pumping, I still haven’t been able to totally give up nursing. Sometimes I’ll attempt a few sessions in a day, sometimes we’ll go multiple days without nursing at all. There never seems to be any change – her behavior always stays the same. I really feel like there just HAS to be someone out there who has gone through this, who has some sort of idea how to help, so I keep searching. I keep looking for a way to get her to nurse comfortably.
I took her to a speech therapist to have her suck evaluated, only to find out that she has a very strong suck and no suck co-ordination. The therapist said that normal babies will stop sucking to swallow and breathe every 5-8 sucks, while Ruby continued sucking like a maniac all the way up to 27 before she took the bottle out of Ruby’s mouth to give her a break. We have begun paced bottle feeding and seen a pretty impressive improvement on the bottle. We give her up to 7 sucks to take a break on her own before we remove the bottle from her mouth. All in all, feeding is a lot more relaxed… but it doesn’t seem to be helping us get back to breast. I felt the whole time like I was telling the therapist over and over that my goal was to return to breastfeeding, not to have a great bottle-feeder… but I felt like she wasn’t listening to me.

Oh wells. I miss getting to sit and blog. I have about a hundred amazing pictures on my camera that I want to share. I think about things I need to say all the time and never get a chance to say them. I feel like ‘mommyblogging’ is an oxymoron… if you’re a mommy, you’ll never have time to blog!
I just found this sitting in my drafts folder. It’s old… I don’t know how old. Xanga old. But I read it, and it made me cry, and it’s still so true it hurts.
I wanted to share. This is what it feels like to live a million miles away from your family.
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I cried myself to sleep last night.
It’s funny. I sat here for almost 15 minutes looking at the entry screen, and wondering if I should write those words. But nothing has changed. This is what I would write if I didn’t know there were almost two hundred people reading it. And this is what I will write now that I do.
“I’m homesick,” I told Brock. He could tell that something was wrong. I had been a little low all evening.
“Do you want to take a trip home?” he asked me, “Do you want to go before Christmas?”
Thoughts were running through my mind constantly, but one single message was being played loud and clear. “It’s not that… it’s…” I allowed it all to blurt out at once, “…I just don’t feel like they even miss me.”
Those words seemed to break whatever was holding me back, and I couldn’t keep the tears from falling. Brock held me, and ran his fingers through my hair while I exhausted myself with sobs. He let me cry while quietly whispering, “They love you, Mandy. They miss you. They miss you every single day.” Eventually the tears stopped, and my breathing slowed, and I felt a special sort of calm that can only be found after a storm.
“Do you feel better now?” Brock asked me. My head seemed to nod on it’s own as I felt myself drift silently into sleep.
Isn’t it funny? 600 comments on a post about being lonely, people telling me that I just need to do this, or just need to find that and my life will be better. Just look on the brighter side, you’ll get through this. Yet still, sometimes, the sadness just overwhelms me. And once I let it out, I go back to being fine. I just miss them so much, is all.
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My mother responded with this:
To Mandy
So, you don’t tell your mother everything! I had to find out about turkeys on Xanga! That’s okay. I don’t tell you everything either. Like how proud I am of you, and how much I miss you .
That you make my day when I pick up the phone and you say hi mama. How it breaks my heart to have to say “Mandy I can’t talk right now cause 5 people are clamoring for my attention” and to have to tell you to call back later. I am like a seven year old waiting for Christmas about our vacation because I get to have you to myself for however long you can be with us in September. I don’t have to share. Except with your dad and that’s okay cause he misses you too! Only he’ll tell you you still talk too much. lol And then if it happens that you can come home for Christmas I won’t mind sharing because I will have already had my selfish share.
I want to tell you about what happened last night.
A young lady about your age came into the hotel looking very upset and crying and asked me for a room. I of course got her settled and then being a nosy mom, asked if there was anything I could do to help her and she said no thanks, I just need a bath and some pain killers and some sleep. I told her to let me know if she got any worse and I would take her to the hospital. Anyway an hour later the front desk called me and asked me to go to her room. I went right away and she was burning with fever and crying obviously in alot of pain.
I took her right to the hospital and stayed with her while they examined her and admitted her and she kept saying “you don’t have to stay with me” and I said, yes I do, because someday if something ever happened to my daughter I would want to know that there was someone out there who would care enough to help her. THAT was firstmost in my thoughts. This morning when I went back to the hospital to get her, the hug she gave me was almost like a hug from you. She was diagnosed as having a severe kidney infection and was going to continue on her way home.
I think at times I do for other young people what I can’t do for you. Be there to be a comfort and give a hug when someone needs one. Still none of them can take away the loneliness that only goes when you are home.
I do love you, and miss you more
MOM
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I replied to her with this:
Mother…
Maybe go get some tissues.
It is a good thing we had that talk today about crying being a good thing. You made me cry and cry. Brock came over to hug me, and couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He kept asking me, “What is it? Is she mad at you? Is she sad at you? What did she say?” …but I was crying too hard to answer.
Why is it that sometimes we can’t say the things we mean to say until it gets to be too much to hold inside?
I miss you so much. I miss you every day. I miss your cigarettes, and your coffee cups. I miss putting away the dishes even though I hate it. I’m crying right now, I miss it so much. I miss talking about books, and watching movies, and sitting beside you on the couch. I miss hearing you tell dad to go stuff it, and seeing him smirk when you turn your back. I miss… mom, I miss everything. And it is so hard living without you.
I know you are proud of me… I am proud of me too. I just wish I could share it with you more than a phone call, some pictures, and an email.
I love you. Tell dad I love him too.
Ronan and his best buddy Fox were playing in the yard. I tried to capture a bit of their fun.
This is a really, really hard post for me to write.
Part of me doesn’t want to write it, but instead keep it secret and act like everything is okay.
I can’t keep on like this.
I took Ruby across the country to a specialist, advanced in his field to remedy a problem. He fixed her mouth, but he did not fix our problem.
My heart is broken.
Ruby still doesn’t like to nurse. She still gets angry, upset, frustrated. Only now, it’s because she doesn’t want the deep latch she is capable of. She wants the breast to sit in her mouth like a bottle nipple.
I can’t keep fighting her.
She uses both of her hands and pushes the breast away from her. She arches her back. She pulls as hard as she can until she is just sucking on the tip – then, and only then is she happy.
The pain is unbearable.
When I hold her hands down at her sides so she can’t pull, she screams. When I cuddle her close so she can’t arch back, she jerks her head off of the breast. When I move forward and reduce the space between us, she cries and stops nursing.
She doesn’t want the breast.
It has taken me a long time to come to this point. I have gone through a lot of hard work and heartbreak to get here. But I don’t want either of us to be miserable any longer. I haven’t cried all my tears yet, and each time I give her a bottle instead, more will fall. She is still my sweet baby girl, and I am still her mama. But nursing will simply no longer be a part of our relationship.
It hurts so badly.
I don’t want to give up. I want to believe it will get better, and she will suddenly realize she likes to nurse, and we will both be happy and nothing will hurt. I’ve been trying to believe it for four months. I don’t know how to believe any more. I don’t know what is wrong, and I don’t know how to fix it.
I’m tired.
I’m hurt.
I just want to enjoy my baby.
Starting today, I’m going to pump milk for my daughter. I will continue to pump until there is no milk left. I will pump for as long as she wants milk, and make sure she is always satisfied.
But I give up.
We will no longer nurse.