I didn't have time earlier to really read or type, so forgive me, sbbeana, when I wrote that about the hand expressing. It doesn't work for me either. I am sure I just don't have the technique down, but the hospital pump works, and so I do that. It is expensive, but I couldn't get my milk to come in with the pump n style (although I had the original, not the advanced. You could always use your PISA for a week and then decide if you want to rent a hospital grade pump).
Do not feel dicouraged about not seeing any milk. Your body is beautifully designed by God to feed your baby. Stick to a routine for a week. It is so worth it. What have you to lose? He won't get any breastmilk from his bottle, alone, ya' know? (I started from nothing, too.) There is one advantage at this "stage of the game." You do not have to take time to wash your flanges!
My personal update:
Last night baby woke-up at 1 am, which is unusual. He normally isn't up until 3 am or sleeps through the night. I usually pump at 3 am, so I had no idea how much milk I had (I guess I really never do) at 1 am. I decided to try to take him to bed with me and see what would happen. I switched sides and drifted off to sleep. He got squirmy and so I offered the frist breast again. He would latch for a second or two and then fuss and pull away. I kept trying a few more times, but didn't want to make him too mad. So finally I got up out of bed to make his formula in the SNS. I wanted to be able to nurse him in bed without all the hassle. It is my favorite time of day to nurse because we don't "need" the SNS. But I got up and made the formula. To my surprise, he wouldn't take it. Finally I figured out that he was full and pulling away because he didn't want anymore! I put him back to bed and pumped. I got another 1/2 oz. He slept the rest of the night and didn't get up until 7:30. Maybe this night nursing is starting to work.
God is so good in every way. Yesterday when my husband asked me how much longer I was going to do this, he didn't say I had to stop. He just is feeling the added strain of my being devoted to this endevor. Later in the afternoon, my father-in-law called and asked if he could take the big kids to the zoo. So DH and I got a whole afternoon together (with the baby of course). We basically did nothing. It felt so good.
Come to find out, DH is sick with a chest cold. So no wonder he was feeling overwhelmed with all this! Later, my 4-year-old clearly had a sore throat and asked to go to bed. She has been on the couch most of the day with a little cough.
I know this sounds strange, but this little virus is a blessing. First of all, the kids are very low energy, which lets us all rest. Second, I think that my husband is going to get to see one of the reasons why breastfeeding is so important. I can't wait for him to see the baby either not get sick or get sick and get better, quickly.
DH really doesn't "get" breastfeeding. He knows that he wasn't "and is fine." I point out to him that he has allergies and takes more than one medication on a daily basis. I tell him that he will never know if that wouldn't be the case if he had had breastmilk. I was bf until I was 3. I am the same weight as I was on our wedding day and I do not have any allergies. I had mild asthma as a child (because, I am sure, my dad smoked) that I no longer have any trace of and am a completely healthy person.
Okay, that is my rant for today