Safe sleep seven - unless you can’t make milk?
Are we that different?
I understand the data that says EBF reduces SIDS. I get it. I don’t want to sleep with my baby but sometimes it’s that or no sleep for literally any of us. I have to sleep. I am the breadwinner. I pay our mortgage. And for daycare. And all our bills except car payments. I. Have. To. Sleep.
She’s 7mo. She’s crawling. Great neck strength. So alert. So smart. So beautiful. Best thing I have ever ever done.
I love her. When we snuggle together at night I never feel like I’m close to hurting her. I just feel close to her. She moves an inch? I’m awake. She breathes slightly heavier than usual? Awake.
I do everything I can to abide by the safe sleep 7 when we do. But there is one thing I can’t do.
I can’t make milk. I tried so hard. I made, at most, 5mL. Weighted feed.
I wanted to breastfeed so bad. I nearly made an irreversible decision when I could t because I thought my daughter not only didn’t need me because my breasts were useless, but she would be better off without me.
But I try to be a good mom. I try so hard. I feel like I’m hyper aware of her and her needs. I just can’t make milk.
Reading the safe sleep 7 takes me right back to PPD. I hit everything else. My breasts are just dry and useless and I hate them too. Believe me. I haven’t looked in the mirror since I had her without thinking how much I hate my breasts.
I don’t know what I want here. I’m just doing my best. I wish I made milk. I tried so hard. Is it really so much more unsafe to cosleep when we need to? Should I just stay awake and pray I don’t get fired?
I’m not a bad mom. I just can’t be what she needs. And I’ll never forgive myself.
Are we that different?
I understand the data that says EBF reduces SIDS. I get it. I don’t want to sleep with my baby but sometimes it’s that or no sleep for literally any of us. I have to sleep. I am the breadwinner. I pay our mortgage. And for daycare. And all our bills except car payments. I. Have. To. Sleep.
She’s 7mo. She’s crawling. Great neck strength. So alert. So smart. So beautiful. Best thing I have ever ever done.
I love her. When we snuggle together at night I never feel like I’m close to hurting her. I just feel close to her. She moves an inch? I’m awake. She breathes slightly heavier than usual? Awake.
I do everything I can to abide by the safe sleep 7 when we do. But there is one thing I can’t do.
I can’t make milk. I tried so hard. I made, at most, 5mL. Weighted feed.
I wanted to breastfeed so bad. I nearly made an irreversible decision when I could t because I thought my daughter not only didn’t need me because my breasts were useless, but she would be better off without me.
But I try to be a good mom. I try so hard. I feel like I’m hyper aware of her and her needs. I just can’t make milk.
Reading the safe sleep 7 takes me right back to PPD. I hit everything else. My breasts are just dry and useless and I hate them too. Believe me. I haven’t looked in the mirror since I had her without thinking how much I hate my breasts.
I don’t know what I want here. I’m just doing my best. I wish I made milk. I tried so hard. Is it really so much more unsafe to cosleep when we need to? Should I just stay awake and pray I don’t get fired?
I’m not a bad mom. I just can’t be what she needs. And I’ll never forgive myself.