Babyfeeding Update

The first feeding after the visit with the breastfeeding clinic was disastrous. It was a three-hour-long marathon that left me sobbing and both of us very frustrated, while Keith kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay." I couldn't get the hold or the latch right; the compressions didn't seem to do anything; we couldn't get the stupid tube to work. Finally, I gave up and told Keith to get us a bottle.

Things have progressed since then, but I don't think this is any easier or necessarily better than what I was doing before. We were muddling along at least as well as we are now. More than ever I feel like I am constantly nursing.

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I wrote the above about 14 hours ago. The latest update: I seem to have gone from apparent undersupply to oversupply. My baby now cries and claws at his face and my breast and pulls off the nipple, only to frantically reattach and repeat the process. He is spitting up a great deal. I can't seem to fill his belly, which means constant marathon feeds and no sleep for either of us. This is very upsetting. I can understand now why people quit.