Last week I returned the hospital grade breastpump.

[Big exhale]

I am finally, finally done pumping milk for Ian.

No, I didn’t make it to the 12-month mark, but I’m proud of how long I did pump. After Christmas I started to realize that it was time. I was mentally and physically ready to stop, but I hated to stop giving Ian my milk while I still had it. I prayed about it, asking God to decrease my supply if it was His will for me to stop. And guess what — he did! I just had to ask. 🙂

I feel like I learned a lot on this 10-month journey. I’m hoping that if I share a few of the highlights (and lowlights) of my experience, someone else in a similar situation might benefit.

Thoughts about nursing:
1. The football hold is awful. Maybe it worked for some of you, but I just didn’t have the arm strength. Apparently, though, that is the nursing position they show moms who have had c-sections, because they think the cross-cradle position will be too painful. Cross-cradle worked MUCH better for us, though.
2. I wish I had gone to an International Board-Certified Lactation Consultant as soon as I found out Ian wasn’t gaining enough weight. I had a very kind “lactation consultant” at my pediatrician’s office who helped me during Ian’s first visit there. She was great, but after several visits I basically was told that Ian wasn’t nursing properly and there was nothing to be done. Once I finally went to the IBCLCs at A Mother’s Place, they were able to show me how Ian had a very, very weak suck and help me take steps to fix it. Ian was four or five months old at that time and was no longer interested in nursing; if we had gotten help earlier, we might have been able to continue nursing.
3. I wish I had gone to an IBCLC even after Ian was gaining weight when I had an inkling that nursing still didn’t feel right. I didn’t think nursing should have been taking 45 minutes to an hour once Ian was 6 weeks old, but I didn’t know what else to do since my pediatrician’s office seemed to think everything was fine. I think my policy for any future kids is to do a check-up at a lactation clinic no matter how things are going, just to keep things on the right track.
3. I wish I had used a habermann bottle (a.k.a. Medela special needs feeder) when we started supplementing Ian with pumped milk.  Yep, they are really expensive, but I think that if we had tried this bottle earlier, Ian might have been able to nurse. Once we did start using the habermann on the recommendation of the lactation clinic, Ian learned to suck the correct way. He went from taking an hour to drink 4 ounces to taking 10 minutes.

Side note about the lactation clinic — they were incredibly helpful, but I also had to take some of their advice with a grain of salt. A consultant told me that my baby had severe musculo-skeletal issues the first time I went there. Um, no, he’s fine. Just stubborn.

I switched to pumping part-time when Ian was two or three weeks old and not gaining enough wait. Eventually he refused to nurse altogether, and I switched to pumping full-time when he was about four months old.

Thoughts about pumping:
1. HOSPITAL PUMP. HOSPITAL PUMP. HOSPITAL PUMP. Yes, I really needed a hospital-grade pump to keep up my supply. A Medela Pump-in-Style was great for pumping part-time, but it really didn’t do the job for me when I switched to full-time pumping. The hospital pump also was much gentler on my very damaged (from baby and the other pump) skin.
2. I pampered myself and bought a pretty nursing cover. I was sad that I didn’t have a reason to get a fun Bebe au lait cover, and then I realized that it could come in handy while pumping. I finally bought one a couple of months ago, and it made pumping at the airport and in the car much easier (yes, you read that right — I used an inverter for power and pumped in the car – now that’s my idea of fun! [/snark]).
3. I valued my visits to the IBCLCs even after I switched from nursing to pumping. While we waited and hoped that Ian would decide to start nursing again, the kind ladies at A Mother’s Place helped me increase my milk supply with herbs and pumping schedule and techniques. Their firm devotion to breastfeeding encouraged me to keep going.
5. I had some other great people to encourage me, as well, and that made a huge difference in my attitude. My husband was amazing while I was pumping, helping out around the house and playing with Ian while I sat in front of the breastpump. My pediatrician was very encouraging as well, urging me to keep pumping while protecting my own sanity. I also was lucky enough to have several friends who had pumped for varying amounts of time, and hearing their stories really helped keep things in perspective (Sarah, Ariana, Katie, Nancy, y’all rock!).

Lest this post sound whiny and regretful, I want to emphasize that I am grateful for my experience in all of this. I am so, so grateful that I had any milk to give my son in the first place, and I am grateful that I was able to pump for so long and receive so much support.  Yes, I wish I had been able to nurse my son for 12 months, but I am grateful for what I was given.