Our Feeding Journey

Regardless of whether you strictly abide by ‘Breast is Best’ or formula
feed your little one, it’s essential that feeding is a special time, one of
peace and tranquillity.  It is one of the
most natural things in the world and such a primal, instinctive action that
allows you to bond with your baby like nothing else can.

Sadly, like many other families, I never had that experience.

I had made the decision throughout my pregnancy that I would breastfeed
for a short while but inevitably move onto formula.  I was quite pragmatic and frank about the
decision. There was no specific time frame, no underlying reason; it was purely
personal preference.  As long as my baby
was eating, gaining weight and healthy, I didn’t care how he got there.

In hindsight, I think this decision was partially contributed to by fear
of my own incompetence to be able to breastfeed successfully.  By opting to formula feed of my own accord I
eradicated any chance of failure. 

Anyway, if you’ve read my previous blog posts you’ll probably have
correctly predicted that things didn’t go to plan.  Oliver did not latch on, I persevered with
several different nurses pulling my tittybumps in opposing directions until I
was at my wits end; by the end of his first afternoon on planet earth he was on
formula.

No big deal, I had wanted to formula feed eventually anyway so it was just
happening sooner than originally anticipated.  I was slightly
frustrated with myself, but all in all, as long as he was being fed, that was
all that mattered.

Oliver did not like feeding, even when he was well.  I cannot even begin to express the stress,
worry and exhaustion experienced.  He
struggled to latch on from day one. He would soon become breathless after a couple of gulps meaning he had to stop despite still being hungry.  We would then try again half an hour later or so and he would take another tiny
amount and so on and so forth. It was a vicious cycle for many months.

I would try and time feeds impeccably to the last minute hoping each time that this would be
the feed that he took a worthy amount and things would change – they never did. If
we offered him milk when he wasn’t hungry he wasn’t interested,
but if he got to the stage where he cried because he was hungry, he would become too breathless to take
milk and tire himself out. We couldn’t win, it was impossible to second guess him. 

Sometimes it wouldn’t matter how much he was enjoying his bottle, he
would just stop himself.  There would be
no distraction, no interruption; it was like something switched inside his
brain and he just would.not.eat. 

I was (still am) envious of parents whose babies looked like Michelin
men and would jest about what greedy guts their offspring were.  I would’ve have given my right arm for Oliver
to down a bottle even once.


Last Christmas (2016) Oliver was critically poorly and was admitted to
hospital for two weeks.  He required an NG tube as he had lost his ability to latch onto a bottle altogether. He had needed a
tube when he had been unwell in the past, but this time was different – we were
going home with it.
 

Oliver was discharged shortly after New Year 2017 and was tube fed for over a month at home.  This was undoubtedly the
most distressing, testing and exhausting time I’ve ever experienced. NG tube
feeding in itself is actually really simple to do, and once you get into the
habit of it becomes normal. But it does make every feed a lengthy process and requires
a lot of care and attention.

Much to my initial horror, he must have vomited up his tube at least a couple of times a day for the first two weeks.  This soon became the norm and more of an inconvenience than anything, but the first time it happened I shit myself. We had to pull it out through his nose and I was in pure panic mode.

I stopped at my parents’ as Oliver’s Dad works nights and I wasn’t confident enough to be on my own with him.  Having my mum there with me, persevering and supporting me
through everything was priceless; I would not have gotten through it without her.  Her resilience and determination never waivered and kept me going through some dark days.  She was and always will be my rock.

The community nurses were amazing too, coming out to the house at least a couple of
times a day to put the tube back in. He had so much mucus in his system which I think
caused the vomit, but it was literally just a case of waiting for him to clear
it.  Being in hospital would have made no
difference to his care so we battled on at home.

Eventually, Oliver did regain enough strength to bottle feed again and
the relief and joy is a feeling I will cherish forever.  Out of
all the struggles we’ve had with Oliver, feeding has been a prominent, ongoing issue and
one that has seriously pushed me to breaking point. I am so happy to be able to
say that we’re almost out on the other side. 
He takes his milk with no problems now (touch wood) and we are slowly trying to wean
him onto solids. Oliver has recently had a swallow assessment too that went well so we have the green light to slowly build in texture to his solids.   We have been told to
keep an open mind about a gastrostomy but I’m praying that that won’t have to
happen, and if it does, we’ll face it when the time comes. 


Any parent that has ever tube fed, peg fed or struggled with feeding (reflux, colic etc) their child I have the utmost respect for you.  There are so many aspects that attribute to making something that should be such a simple, joyful time into a difficult, stressful time, but we have no choice but to keep on going.  After all, our babas need their grub! 

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10 Comments

  1. October 26, 2017 / 4:34 pm

    Oh I'm so sorry to hear that you went through all of that. I can't even imagine how hard it may be, because although my first was super difficult, he always breastfed like a champ. You're a strong momma!

  2. October 27, 2017 / 12:52 am

    I had my little ones 7-8 years ago now. I tried breastfeeding with my first and I was so emotionally unstable from lack of sleep that I mentally could not do it anymore. The second child I didn't even want to because of the experience I had with it. With that being said, I wish I would have held on a little bit longer and got through the hard parts because of the benefits. You are such a strong mama!

  3. Anonymous
    October 27, 2017 / 3:38 am

    This is amazing. I didn't even know babys could get feeding tubes. I've been a cna for a long time and never new this. Props to you for being so strong, I would have been so stressed

  4. October 28, 2017 / 1:31 am

    This just breaks my heart, but I am so glad you two got through it!

  5. October 29, 2017 / 12:40 am

    As a nurse, I can understand how frightening all of this must have been, especially having to do it at home alone. I am so glad that Oliver is progressing in his food consumption. I will pray it continues to go smoothly!

  6. Aaren
    November 4, 2017 / 9:06 pm

    Your story really touched my heart. I was searching for help because my little boy is lactose intolerant. I thought I have problems, because I am so sad of switching to formula. Now I know I dont have to be sad. I will go with organic formula without lactose and everything will be fine. I am hoping so much, that everything will be fine for you and your son. Yor are really strong and really deserve endless lucky family moments! 🙂

    Lots of love, Aaren

    • November 11, 2017 / 4:24 pm

      Aww bless you! Your comment really means a lot – even if sharing my story makes a difference to one person it's so worth it 🙂 I hope everything works out with your son switching to formula and I'm sure he'll be just fine 🙂 xx

  7. November 13, 2017 / 12:34 am

    Oh wow, what a journey you're on with your beautiful son. My mantra is that a fed baby is best, regardless of method. I'm so sorry for all of the stress you've had to go through! You are one strong mama!

  8. November 24, 2017 / 3:57 pm

    Oh, mama, I know what you mean! I am so glad you've let yourself recognize and work through your grieving process, and learn to adjust to what I've dubbed "the new normal." I wonder if you have considered touching base with a counselor? I still chat with mine about every 4-6 weeks, to help me continue to adjust to life-not-as-planned, and work through the newest issues as they come up. It's been a huge help, and has really helped me see the blessings along the way instead of focusing on the life I expected. Hugs and prayers to you!

    • December 5, 2017 / 7:18 pm

      Counselling is something I’ve considered and lingers in the back of my mind but I’m still quite unsure/ probably not in the right mindset at the moment. Hugs & prayers back atcha! Xx

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