Last week, my then 8 week old son was weighed, and I was advised that, as he had dropped 2 centiles since birth, I would have to bring him back in 2 weeks and if the problem wasn't rectified I would have to look at supplementing with formula.
He was born on the 91st centile, and at 6 weeks had nearly dropped one centile. He is now around the 75th. He had put on 6oz between week 6 and 8.
Also around week 6, I was put on the mini pill to prevent periods. This triggered a very heavy period(!) and 3 days before weighing I was given oestrogen tablets to stop the bleed. After 24 hours I noticed a decrease in supply, rang the dr and was told the tablets could cause milk production to cease. Thank you, Dr! I asked if they might prescribe anything to help my production (I had domperidone with my first son) and this was flatly refused as "sometimes milk does dry up, and we don't help with that". Insert rant about NHS pushing breastfeeding, but not helping when you want to succeed.
Anyway, I started a mission to up my supply - fenugreek, skin to skin and feeding as often as my son would. Within 3 days I was happy that my supply had increased again as my breasts were feelng full, I had a let down I could feel, and feeds were generally better.
The problem is, I'm still not sure son is feeding enough, and I am so scared that next week I will be told to supplement.
He has LOTS of wet nappies. He doesn't cry a lot. He refuses to latch if he doesn't want the breast (knows his own mind?) but feeds well on his own terms. In my heart, I feel like everything's okay, but my paranoia and my NEED for breastfeeding to be successful are causing me to panic.
I need help.
Is there anything else I can do?
If son decides he does not want a feed, he will turn his head, yell at me, and generally refuse. If he does want a feed, he latches well, feeds quickly and efficiently, and has both breasts. Today he is not feeding as often again, so I am worrying again.
I had PND with my first son, and breastfeeding is the thing that really helped me recuperate - I felt that I was giving him something no-one else could. I am terrified that I am failing second son.