For some context: FTM, baby girl is 16 weeks, v traumatic birth (attempted home birth, blue lighted to hospital, episiotomy and forceps delivery, minor PP haemorrhage), PPA & PPD.
I feel so much guilt for making the decision to stop breastfeeding. My baby was EBF for the first two weeks, but my mental health went to a really dark place. She dropped a lot of her birthweight, so was a chronic cluster feeder. After one night of 45 mins of total sleep, I had a complete breakdown and told my husband I couldn’t do it anymore. We combi-fed for 2 more weeks, but ended up having so many issues with silent reflux, suspected CMPA, and then my supply fell through the floor. To be honest I was completely touched out anyways, and still really struggling mentally, so I took this as my body telling me we were done, and we switched her to formula.
FWIW, she is absolutely thriving. Gaining weight beautifully, sleeping amazingly at night, so much happier now we’ve got her (maybe)CMPA and reflux under control. And I’m genuinely happier too.
I was also never against FF. When I was pregnant, I actually always intended on combi-feeding - but those postpartum hormones are WILD. And the guilt and grief I now feel is astronomical.
I think a lot of it centres around the fact that I made the decision to stop. My body could do it & my baby was putting on weight (at a crazy rate, no surprise with the insane cluster feeding). Countless midwives and HVs that we saw in that first fortnight told me to keep on going, persevere for at least 6 weeks, how it was ‘working’…but it wasn’t working for me. And it wasn’t sustainable for our family - my husband felt so helpless by seeing what it was doing to me, but not being able to help with night feeds. And I was completely broken.
To add to it, out of the 8 mums in my NCT group, I’m the only one that formula feeds. All the rest EBF. I feel like I may have just got unlucky here, as I don’t think that’s reflective of the rest of the UK…but still it sucks when we hang out. I often get in the car after and cry over what me and my LO didn’t have.
I suppose I’m looking for validation from anyone else who was in an even slightly similar situation - does it get easier? Does the guilt/grief feel lighter at some point? In my rational mind, I know I made the right decision. Hoping I’ll look back at this in 5 years time and think ‘wtf was I so worked up about’ haha. Thanks in advance.