The first couple of days at home were pretty breezy. Before I left hospital I was assured by two midwives that C was latching on properly – cheeks puffed out, chin pumping, ears wiggling – so I was confident we had the technique sorted. Family visited and I assured them everything was going well, demonstrating our successful feeding on several occasions. By the time I got to day four, however, things weren’t quite so easy. Accompanying the hormone-induced plunge into despair inadequately named ‘the baby blues’ (that coincides with the start of proper milk production) was a serious deterioration of my nipples.
The ‘initial soreness’ quietly mentioned in some of the leaflets just didn’t cover it. Not only did feeding result in agony extending minutes beyond the approved first 10-15 seconds, but I was starting to display serious war wounds. The first time that C vomited blood I was frantic with worry, and straight on the phone to the maternity unit. But, as the midwife reassured me (!), the blood was my own, swallowed by C while she fed. Bleeding!? No one had told me about this. Well, no one except for my friend Zara… Surely it couldn’t be normal? It certainly wasn’t according to the copious NHS breastfeeding resources.
And this was a major part of the problem. Everywhere I looked I was told that nipple soreness, cracks and bleeding were caused by the baby failing to latch on correctly: these problems were my own fault, caused by a poor technique. The thing is, when I talked to the health professionals, I was told I was doing it right, and fortunately, C seemed to be getting plenty of milk.
When the midwife next visited, I voiced my concerns. She checked my attachment – again, it seemed fine – and then admitted that she had had the same problem. Apparently, people with fair skin have a much harder time of it when it comes to breastfeeding. My nipples hadn’t darkened at all during pregnancy, so I could be particularly susceptible to problems. Hearing this was a massive relief. Ironically, being told that I might find it more difficult because of my inferior nipples made it easier to carry on (see the post on skin colour and nipple pain for more info on this). The midwife suggested I grit my teeth, and within two to three weeks it would be ‘a piece of cake’.