Welcome to the April Carnival of Breastfeeding!
This month we're bringing you posts on the topic of breastfeeding problems and solutions. Be sure to check out the posts below for great stories overcoming thrush, blebs, plugged ducts, oversupply, and other breastfeeding challenges.
I'm very pleased to share a story of overcoming a tongue tie problem, written by Lisa, a mother I know and admire. A picture of him as a baby is to the left.
In the hospital, one of the nurses looked into my son Joe's
bassinet and said offhandedly, "looks like he's tongue-tied."*
My husband and I were confused because the kid was crying at the time but she
was gone before we could ask her what she meant.
I was determined to
breastfeed, and while the milk was there and the effort was definitely there on
both of our parts, Joe was not able to get a good latch. He would get
just about in the right place, but there wasn't the right seal and he couldn't
stay on the breast. The nurses told me that I didn't have any of the
common problems like inverted or shallow nipples, so surely it would work out
fine. We both kept trying and were told that it takes time and is a learned
process.
When I took him to his first doctor's appointment after we got home from the
hospital, I told the doctor that I was still having trouble
breastfeeding. She told me "Oh, it's easy" and that was the end
of it. I showed her what I was doing and she said it was right, just keep trying. My mother told the doctor that she thought Joe had
"brick dust urine," and she said she'd never heard of that. I said that I had heard that he might be
tongue tied, and she said that he wasn't. It was very discouraging because my nipples were cracked and bleeding, I
was tired, sore, and now starting to panic that my son was starving.
Luckily, our hospital offered an evening breastfeeding clinic, so I left the
doctors and went to see Tanya. She was
calm, reassuring and took the panic-y edge off. We tried different
positions, and she suggested trying a nipple shield to see if it would be
effective, but nothing seemed to help; he just couldn't get that seal
right. He would try to latch on and then just scream. Tanya noticed that Joe's frenulum (that little
piece of skin that connects the tongue to the bottom of the mouth) was very
short and it was up near the tip of his tongue. His tongue only moved back; he definitely could not stick it out.
When he cried, his tongue looked kind of heart shaped. Tanya also looked up the signs of
dehydration, and he had several.
Tanya was worried about Joe, and suggested that I give him a
bottle of formula. It took him a very
long time – maybe 40 minutes - to take a few ounces from the bottle.
It was pretty late by then, and that night Tanya faxed the pediatrician and
told her of the problem. The next morning the doctor called four times to tell
me that frenotomies are rare and "major surgery." She said that she consulted another
pediatrician, who wouldn't do the procedure, and he in turn referred her to
another pediatrician - best pediatrician in town – who also wouldn't do it but
might refer us to see an ear, nose and throat specialist. I immediately
made an appointment with the "best pediatrician in town" and he sent
me to the ENT specialist.
There was a consensus among everyone that yes, the frenulum
was tight, but no one was sure that having it released would have any positive
effect. We did a little research, and decided that we needed to try something. Also, a big factor in my decision to go ahead with it was that I
actually dated someone in college who was tongue tied. He didn't have a speech impediment or
anything, but he was self-conscious of it, and truth be told...he was a very
bad kisser (!).
The actual procedure was a lot like an ear piercing--a
little numbing spray, one quick stroke and it was over. I held Joe the
whole time and he only cried for a minute. It took 30 seconds and there was as much blood as a tiny papercut.
Here's the best part: he latched on perfectly in the waiting room-I could
feel the difference. His lips made
a seal this time. He's been nursing like a champ ever since, and he's still
nursing now - at 18 months!
The general attitude I got from all of the doctors was that
I was making a big deal out of nothing. I heard a story later about midwives in olden days keeping one of their
fingernails long so they could just slice through any frenulum that looked
remotely tight. How did we get to this?
Be sure to check out more posts on breastfeeding challenges on the blogs listed below (updated throughout the day):
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I was just reading The Nursing Mother's Guide to Weaning, which has an interesting introductory section on the age of weaning through history. This quote put the poster in context:
I was over at 
Tobye, Motherwear's Creative Director, checking out images from the photo shoot as they appear on the laptop.
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