The Mean Vaccines and The No Breast Milk Blues:

Ever since people found out I was pregnant, they have been asking me the two most dreaded questions known to parenthood. Question one: Are you going to vaccinate your child? And question two: Are you going to breastfeed?

I HATE when people ask me those questions, because I feel like no matter what I say, someone is judging my parenting choices. I honestly don’t judge other parents based on whether or not they vaccinate or breastfeed. I believe every parents does what they think is best for their child/ern. Just because someone doesn’t agree with you, doesn’t mean that they are wrong.

I feel like these are two very touchy subjects with people, especially with vaccines. I have a family member who is very strongly against vaccines. Then on the other side of the family, my husband has a family member who is very strongly for vaccines. So when it came time to make a decision, we weren’t really sure what to do. I did some research and talked to our pediatrician about it and my husband and I decided to vaccinate our daughter.

I’m not saying everyone should vaccinate their children, it was just the best choice for us. I work at a daycare where all the children have to be updated with their vaccines. I’m going back to work in September and Olive is coming with me. To me and my husband, the pros of vaccines outweigh the cons by a landslide. I’ve personally have had really good experiences with vaccines. I’ve always been pretty healthy all my life and I did get vaccines as a child and an adult.

I understand that everyone is different, and maybe some people didn’t have such great experiences with vaccines. So now they are not crazy about giving them to their child.

I will admit that whether you are pro vaccine or not, it is still really hard to watch your child get them done. I had to take Olive to the pediatrician the other day by myself. She had to get three shots and it was one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I was so upset about it, that I cried on the way home.

She was smiling at me,( like she always does) right before the shots. As soon as she got the first one her face turned bright red and she cried more than I have ever seen her cry in her whole 2 months of life. It took me a few minutes to calm her down, but she did calm down. The doctor said that she may get a fever. She never got a fever. After taking a long afternoon nap, she was back to being her same smiley self.

It’s been two days since the shots and she’s totally fine. She’s still smiling at me and as happy as ever.




Now on to the breastfeeding issue… I tried so hard to breastfeed. I originally wanted to just breastfeed with little to no formula. Not because I thought formula was bad, there is nothing wrong with formula. It’s just that, I really wanted to have that closeness with her. I would see other women breastfeeding and think that it was just such a beautiful way to bond with your child.  I wanted to have that too.

In the hospital, I tried so hard, even had a specialist come in to help me, but she just was not taking to it. She was also very tiny when she was born, so we were worried about her and wanted her to eat. So we started giving her formula.

Over the last two months, I still tried to breastfeed her. I tried all the different tricks and positions. It was so frustrating, because she would start to suck and I would get really excited, thinking that she was finally doing it. Then she would stop and turn her head away.

In between all this, I would be pumping. Even though I couldn’t get her to breastfeed, I was still giving her whatever breast milk that I could pump out. Which was not a lot. It was like an ounce a day, then became half an ounce a day. In the last two weeks, it;s been even less than that. I tried everything to get my milk supply up. I tried eating a lot of oatmeal, because that’s suppose to help with breast milk. I tried drinking a lot of water. All that did, was make to have to pee every 10 minutes. I felt like I was pregnant again. I tried pumping every two hours, which is very unrealistic to do. No matter what I did, my supply just kept getting less and less. So now she is just on formula, which it fine. She is growing and gaining weight and really at the end of the day, that’s what’s most important.

To me, as long as my daughter is healthy and happy, I know I’m doing a good job. 🙂

Have a great weekend, Everyone!


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