Picking up where I left off with my previous post, "Bad Mom (Part 1)", giving Lily her first bottle was both a blessing and a curse....
On the positive side, when she took a bottle I could see how many ounces she was drinking. I knew she got enough. Also, her dad could feed her too, which gave me some time for much needed naps. (It's not easy recovering from surgery in general, add to that no sleep and you've got a recipe for disaster.)

Anytime we were home, I would breast feed Lily until she decided she was done and then pump. I knew that this was a good way to build supply. At our bedtime she would take a bottle from her daddy while I would pump. I would still take all of the night feedings and "top her off" with the bottle if she was still hungry after being offered both breasts twice.
A HUGE problem I had was that I couldn't feed her in public, or even when we had people over. I have always been very shy, but I thought I could get over it for my baby. I couldn't. I tried... I would put on the nursing cover, unstrap my bra, get Lily positioned and then as soon as I would start to get the nipple shield in place, everything would fall apart. The shield would wind up in the wrong spot, I'd end up with a blister, and Lily would end up screaming. I kept thinking, this will be a LOT easier without the nipple shield! I still think it would have, but that would never happen. Even if everything worked out great and I got her AND the nipple shield positioned just right, I would never let down. It just wasn't working.
By the time Lily was 2 months old, she was so used to the bottle that I was mostly pumping and bottle feeding. The nipple shield was still a must. Any attempt to nurse without it, Lily would push away and cry. She would still nurse at night and a couple times during the day, but for the most part, she wanted the instant gratification that came with bottle feeding.

The amount of milk I could express with pumping topped out at 3 ounces in a session and worked its way down to 5 mL in a day. Lily became less and less satisfied after each feeding until one night, I sat down to feed her, and she refused to take the breast. I hand expressed some milk in hopes it would entice her. She still refused. Her fusses turned to screams as I continued to offer her the breast, and finally I broke down and yelled for my boyfriend to make her a bottle. She finished the whole thing in no time, while I sat - attached to my Pump in Style, feeling like a cow. It was over. I failed.
Day after day, and night after night, I continued to offer my breast. Occasionally, she would take it, and as a sense of relief would flow over me, she would break her latch and scream. I spent countless hours writing back and forth with the awesome ladies at Le Leche League. I tried everything they could suggest. Fenugreek, Mother's Milk tea, heat, ice, a shower, bathing with the baby, visualization... the list goes on and on. My desire to rebuild my supply and re-latch my daughter became an obsession. I would sit up at night looking for ideas online. I would mention it at every doctor appointment, only to be told that her health is great and to just keep her on the formula. I was on the WIC program at the time, and they would say "it's okay, she's doing very well with formula." My boyfriend was more than okay just knowing she was healthy. I was dying inside.
Lily will be 6 months old this week. She eats solids twice a day and has a single bottom tooth (razor sharp, by the way!) About 2 months ago I stopped being able to express any milk while pumping. I can still hand express, but only the first "squeeze" produces a stream, so I can never catch it. While I'm beginning to let go of that which I cannot control, I can't help but find myself wishing things were different, and even feeling a little envious of that nursing mom in the next booth over.
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I still don't know exactly why I wasn't successful in breastfeeding. I'm sure I made mistakes and I know there are many, many things I could have done differently and will do differently the next time around. For now, I can only move forward. I can't go back to the beginning and re-establish a better start at nursing. But, I am NOT a bad mom. My daughter is healthy, happy, growing at a steady rate and meeting or exceeding all of her developmental milestones. She loves me and I love her. We have a bond even without breast feeding. I know it isn't this hard for everyone, and if it came naturally to you, that is AWESOME... but please, don't put down another woman who has a tougher time. You haven't walked in her shoes any more than she has walked in yours. For the moms out there like me, you are NOT alone. You have NOT failed. You are NOT a "Bad Mom".