I went to the wonderful amusement park known as Cedar Point, on Saturday. I left Vincent with my grandma for the day. I pumped roughly every four hours. However the next day, he kept crying after he was done eating. I went to pump my left boob as it has a cut so I can't feed him on it. I only got half an oz. I decided in a few hours to check hire much the other was making. It gave me the same. No wonder he kept crying, his stomach was still empty. I had to change him over to formula to be sure he is eating enough. I never liked breastfeeding, it ties you down and makes your boobs uncomfortable. Even if that wasn't the case, Vincent only lets me hold him when he eats. Now that we switched to formula, I'm afraid that since anyone can feed him that he won't want me any more. So I just keep crying on and off today. It's not bad enough that I keep thinking about how bad formula is compared to breastmilk. I am not dissing anyone that does formula feeding, its just breastmilk is healthier. At least when I gave him the first bottle of formula he seemed happy.
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