so i lost my shit in the kitchen today, in front of my toddler, after a long and trying morning of trying to nurse a baby who was clearly not going to have any, despite more than 24 hours without food. yelling. swearing, sobbing. it was not pretty. this has been an ugly week all around, and its frankly not sustainable. so after a last ditch visit to an LC - who was very nice, but mostly just said I'm sorry - I have decided that I need to protect myself, not to mention poor Althea, from the fallout. since it appears, on day 9, as though we are in this for the long haul, i need to make a plan that I can live with, and offering Iliana the breast all day long is not it. in a lot of ways this feels like giving up, and that hurts my heart, but it's what i need to do at this point to maintain myself...my inner landscape is in shambles right now and i'm not prepared to keep it up.
so from here on out, i'm just going to offer the breast first thing in the morning, and at bedtime. if she decides to come back, that will be great. i'll keep pumping, but only to the point that it doesn't interfere with the rest of our lives...morning, nap and after bed. if she needs more than that, she can have some formula or goat milk or something...we'll look into it. this is my plan. just having a plan feels a little bit better. except for the part where i feel like i'm giving up. that part feels shittier.
one thing that the LC we talked to today said that really made sense to me was that part of the reason that nursing strikes are so devastating is that they are the first time- as a parent- that you are confronted with the fact that all you can do, in your relationship with your child, is one sided. you can be there. you can say, i'm here for you, i love you, i'll always be here for you. and they can say no. i don't care. fuck off. and there's NOTHING you can do about it, except repeat: i'm here for you, i love you, i'll always be here for you.