My spouse and I fell victim to the Nursing "Gestapo" in our region.
Nearly half of our 10 sessions of pre-natal classes dealt with nursing. There was a lot of "People will be against you and tell you not to do it or try to shame you" and "A lot of women have fought for our right to do it" and "It is wrong that breasts have become the objects of sexual desire they are now"...followed by a "but it's you choice, you know." Yeah right! All this meant we did not have time to learn any massage or pressure-points or other techniques our friends from towns learned.
Our baby was big: 22 inches and 9.5 lbs...and hungry. Mommy had a c-section so we needed to stay at the hospital 3 nights...of hell.
Mommy had little to no milk and baby was hungry and impatient. Nursing positions were limited because of the c-section and the main position they had us use, the "foot-ball", was complicated because of baby's length. The nurses on duty would spend 2 hours dicking around with trying to get baby to nurse, sometimes attaching a tube to mommy's nipple, with a baby screaming in a hungry panic, before finally giving up and giving her a bottle. When the next feeding time came, the nurse would not waste so much time and give her a bottle after 30 minutes of trying to nurse.
But then the shift would change. The new nurse would repeat the same pattern of dicking around for hours trying to get a screeching panicky hungry baby to nurse at milkless nipples. But with the bonus of having every new nurse dismiss all the previous nurse had said, including any progress she had told us we'd done.
We were both too much in a daze to realize what was happening. We wanted to be good parents and tried to learn all the nurses were telling us; not realizing it was often contradictory.
On the last day, my spouse was on the verge of tears. She hadn't slept for more than 48 hours (she had sent me home to get a night's sleep so at least one of us would be lucid).
The nurses didn't want us to leave. They thought she was hysterical and/or post-partum and thought she should stay. Towards the middle of the day they weren't even speaking directly to her anymore, just through me. They sent the nursing aide to see us 3 times (never mid we'd seen her the day before) to make sure we knew how to nurse and the baby knew how to suckle. We knew, the baby knew, there was just not enough milk for (what was) a 9.5 lbs baby.
The doctor came in and examined the baby, told us she had lost nearly 10% of her body weight and they might have to keep her. The word "malnutrition" pulled me out of my stupor.
I was furious. All this dicking around and the "professionals" I trusted and was trying to learn from were starving my child. It old them there was no way in hell we were staying one more night and to check us out now.
We left, past the nurses' station under their dirty looks, to a nice sunny day outside. We got home and gave her bottles of formula and pumped breast-milk for 3 months.
She's 8 months now and a healthy happy baby girl. She's still extremely impatiant when she gets hungry. I blame the nurses for traumatizing her ;)