I have to type this fast, before Brian comes downstairs, or else he is going to yell at me. I really should be going to bed. ::whiny voice:: but I'm not tired!
Anyways, long story short, I went to see the lactation consultant on Friday. Was interested in getting the baby back on the boob. Was hoping for some sage advice and some ideas to up production.
Instead, I got nothing. The LC was more interested in asking me "how everything turned out." (she was the first LC we saw on Day 4). Well, I still have a baby, so that's a good sign. She also told me, with wide eyes, that she (and our fired ped) had never seen a bilirubin at 29, because, "that means the baby would have like...died." Um, no, my dear LC. 29 isn't even really that high -- I told her about the other stories I've read where the numbers were up to 54. Not to mention, a lot depends on the age of the baby and the baby's weight. I asked her if she knew what kernicterus was and she said no. Strike one, two, three, four to a million. How can you be an LC and NOT know about kernicterus? That is essentially the only possible thing that you would ever have to worry about.
Her sage advice to get the baby back on the boob was to...put the baby on the boob. I'm not kidding. Really? Because I would have never thought of that! I was trying to get him to latch on to my ankle. (grr...)
But finally, the reason I'm typing this now (and am clearly irritated at the moment, as evidenced by my sarcasm) is that I told her about all of the milk I had frozen in my freezer and how it was "all bad." She gave me this convoluted answer and swore that 1.) it is not bad and 2.) if Scotty really had a lactose intolerance, he would not be able to drink my breast milk, since it is "full of lactose." She assured me that there was nothing in my diet that could possibly affect him since it is all an old wive's tale. So, eat away! Cheese, beans, onions, caffeine. Have at it. Per the LC.
I was rather pleased to hear this on Friday, so on Saturday, I defrosted a few bags. Thought I'd try it out. I gave Scotty some of the defrosted milk this morning and WRONG!
Let me say that again. WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
I have been dealing with the fussiest baby ever since 1pm. He will not go down for a nap. He's up, he's down, he's gassy, he's bloated, and he looks seriously pissed. Brian and I threw him in the car this evening for a SIXTY minute car drive and he fussed the whole time. He looked so miserable I felt terrible. Brian gave him some formula around 9 and he finally settled down. The poor guy.
Needless to say, Brian is mad. He told me tonight, "You are NEVER going back to see those people." I agree 100%. So far, they are batting 0. They have gotten literally everything wrong that we have asked them. It seems when we do it our way, things go okay. When we take their advice, it is crash and burn.
Ugh, so frustrating.
Anyways, long story short, I went to see the lactation consultant on Friday. Was interested in getting the baby back on the boob. Was hoping for some sage advice and some ideas to up production.
Instead, I got nothing. The LC was more interested in asking me "how everything turned out." (she was the first LC we saw on Day 4). Well, I still have a baby, so that's a good sign. She also told me, with wide eyes, that she (and our fired ped) had never seen a bilirubin at 29, because, "that means the baby would have like...died." Um, no, my dear LC. 29 isn't even really that high -- I told her about the other stories I've read where the numbers were up to 54. Not to mention, a lot depends on the age of the baby and the baby's weight. I asked her if she knew what kernicterus was and she said no. Strike one, two, three, four to a million. How can you be an LC and NOT know about kernicterus? That is essentially the only possible thing that you would ever have to worry about.
Her sage advice to get the baby back on the boob was to...put the baby on the boob. I'm not kidding. Really? Because I would have never thought of that! I was trying to get him to latch on to my ankle. (grr...)
But finally, the reason I'm typing this now (and am clearly irritated at the moment, as evidenced by my sarcasm) is that I told her about all of the milk I had frozen in my freezer and how it was "all bad." She gave me this convoluted answer and swore that 1.) it is not bad and 2.) if Scotty really had a lactose intolerance, he would not be able to drink my breast milk, since it is "full of lactose." She assured me that there was nothing in my diet that could possibly affect him since it is all an old wive's tale. So, eat away! Cheese, beans, onions, caffeine. Have at it. Per the LC.
I was rather pleased to hear this on Friday, so on Saturday, I defrosted a few bags. Thought I'd try it out. I gave Scotty some of the defrosted milk this morning and WRONG!
Let me say that again. WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
I have been dealing with the fussiest baby ever since 1pm. He will not go down for a nap. He's up, he's down, he's gassy, he's bloated, and he looks seriously pissed. Brian and I threw him in the car this evening for a SIXTY minute car drive and he fussed the whole time. He looked so miserable I felt terrible. Brian gave him some formula around 9 and he finally settled down. The poor guy.
Needless to say, Brian is mad. He told me tonight, "You are NEVER going back to see those people." I agree 100%. So far, they are batting 0. They have gotten literally everything wrong that we have asked them. It seems when we do it our way, things go okay. When we take their advice, it is crash and burn.
Ugh, so frustrating.
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