After all my “Yay, breastfeeding!” posts, I am struggling again. Genevieve is almost 8 months old — big girl! — and my supply is dipping. This happened with Jack, too, around this time. I thought with him it was because I was running so much. I’m not as much right now (about 35 miles a week), so I didn’t think that would contribute.
I don’t know. It’s frustrating. The other day she drank 17 ounces at daycare. That’s a lot! I only pumped about 8 that day. I usually get around 12 or so, maybe 15, in 3 pumps. But lately, I’m getting nothing at my middle pump, and only 1-2 ounces at my third pump. The freezer stash is really dwindling.
I guess I could add another pumping session, but my god, I already spend an hour of every day making sweet love to my Medela. I just can’t do it any more than that. Then I think, nice, my laziness is going to mean I have to start using formula. I’m not opposed to it, but we really can’t afford it. Plus, you know how it goes — supply and demand.
Next week, I am scheduled to have a 3D bone scan, and a dye injection, to check about the pubic ramus issues I’ve had. That means 48 hours of pump-and-dump, which I’m sure will hurt supply even more. I might hold off on that appointment, though it would be good to know why I still have some pain.
We recently went out of town, and I thought four straight days with the baby would boost supply, but it didn’t seem to matter. I was even grateful for her two recent ear infections, since it meant frequent middle-of-the-night nursing sessions. “Yeah, make more milk,” I thought, bleary eyed at 3 a.m.
I probably shouldn’t panic quite yet. I still have about 100 frozen ounces. She’s eating solid foods, so I could give her more of that at daycare, so she isn’t guzzling 20 ounces of milk there.
And I have a friend with a huge freezer stash she isn’t using, who offered it. What do you think? I would use it. I need to ask my husband, though. He might think it’s odd. I don’t. I would nurse someone else’s baby, you know? Maybe I’m just a hippie at heart. Or cheap.
So, that’s where I am on that. I did have to supplement with some formula for Jack when he was about 11 months old. I really beat myself up about it. I told myself I wouldn’t be so negative if it happened again, but I am feeling like a failure, anyway. And, to be honest, annoyed because I love how I can eat like a pig while breastfeeding and not gain weight. I’m not looking forward to eating reasonable portions again! Maybe I”ll add that fourth pump after all … .
In other news, I’m running a 5K on Saturday. I won free entry, and don’t have a babysitter. So, I will be the woman pushing the double jogger. Honestly? I’m hoping to run sub 8:00-minute miles. I think that’s a pretty reasonable goal. It’s not fast, but not slow, either. And I’ve never raced with a double jogger. On gravel. I’m kind of glad I have to have the kiddos with me — I haven’t “raced” a 5K since like 2006 (21:18), and not sure I want to. So hiding behind the jogger is a good way to … hide. I’ll follow it up with a 15-miler on Sunday.