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of how 4 months after the birth of my first
child, Jordan, my breast milk production started slowing down dramatically.
My daughter didn’t seem to mind, as she was eating more and more
solid foods anyway. However, I wanted to breast feed her as long as possible,
and since I was back to work full-time, I pumped my breasts regularly
and often with my hospital-grade electric breast pump and we breast fed
whenever possible: mornings, afternoons when we got home, and then again
before bed. Often I’d set my alarm clock for a middle-of-the-night
feeding in my attempt to keep my milk flowing. I already knew the best
remedy for a low or decreasing milk supply was to nurse more – a
lot more, and try to pump in-between, too. Which I did. I tried my best,
we tried until my breasts were raw (and no, we did not have a latching
problem of any kind. My baby gained weight considerably every month (until
my breast milk started to decline) and we breast fed exclusively. Her
mouth covered the whole areola and she made perfect suckling / swallowing
noises and our procedure was checked and double-checked by my La-Leche
league friends (and other successfully-breastfeeding mothers). I had to
give a bottle of formula here and there, but that was only at the end,
when no matter what we did, no matter how hard we tried or how |
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