Pump and Dump
I’m one of those mothers that is proud and very happy about breastfeeding my children. My first was breastfed until he was a year old and I would never have done it any other way. The bond we share is unreal.
On my last day in the hospital I had a very bad headache and my blood pressure shot up to 142/86 and they had to test me for preeclampsia again and sent me for an MRI. Needless to say because of the die injected in me for the MRI I’ve had to pump and dump (that basically means trash the milk cause my son can not drink it – ugh!) my breastmilk until tomorrow evening. I was so upset to find out I had to do this. We’ve had to feed him formula in the mean time and I DON’T LIKE it one bit. I’m praying every time I pump that my son goes back to the breast and doesn’t want the formula. But it was necessary to make sure I was ok and he gets fed at the same time. It was a very emotionally time in the hospital finding out this news. If I knew I could get away with it I would have told the doctors the pain was going away. Less then 24 hours and back to normal on the feedings and keeping the faith he will transition back with no problems.
