My friend, M, had suggested I get hooked in with the local
La Leche League, as they had been a good resource for her. I had heard that
they could be a bit anti-pacifiers, anti-bottles, and even a bit hard on moms
who work outside the home. It made me a bit hesitant about going. There’s no
getting around it: Boop has to use a bottle.
One of the new moms was producing too much milk, and other
mothers were identifying with that problem.
Later, I said that I didn’t produce enough and asked for help. No one really
had that problem, but they pulled out their book and asked if I had tried:
pumping? Yes. Dual pumping? Yes. Pumping through the 2nd let down? I don’t
know. <Turned out I had.> What kind do you have? Madela. Have you tried a
supplemental nursing system? Yes. Switching?
Yes. Oatmeal. Yes. Warm compresses? No. They went through several things. I
pretty much had tried them all. Shoot. They were flummoxed.
It was a large group, and one of the leaders commented on
their good turn out. They were friendly enough and invited me to join them for
lunch in the next town. Only one person seemed a tad judgmental, but maybe she
was just having a bad day. My inclination was not to go to lunch, but I decided
it would be good for us. So we sat out in the rain and Boop did alright. I’ve
gotten used to eating with one hand, and we had a nice visit. One of the ladies
was from my hometown. Although work will make the daytime meetings difficult, I
may be able to manage the evening ones.
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