To promote and normalized breastfeeding in Malaysia
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When I first found out I was pregnant, a friend gave me a book to read about breastfeeding. The book got me interested into breastfeeding my daughter. Never in my life have I thought that I would breastfeed my daughter as none of my family member have ever breastfed. From then on, I read all the information that I can get from the internet, join the breastfeeding group and bought all the necessary breastfeeding equipment before I delivered. I was so gear up to breastfeed my baby.
The day finally came, my beautiful bundle of joy was carried to me to breastfeed after she was kept under observation for 6 hours in the ward due to medical reason. To my horror, I was struggling to breastfeed her. Shouldn’t breastfeeding in mother’s nature? It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. I have no idea how to hold her to my breast, nor I know why she refuses to latch. The nurses tried to help to express out the colostrum but nothing came out. I felt so helpless and thought “ maybe I couldn’t produce any milk” just as what the nurse commented. I felt like a failure that I couldn’t feed my daughter my precious milk and she was fed formula milk that day.
After I was discharged from the hospital the 3rd day, I felt that my breast was as hard as a rock. Nothing would come out no matter how hard I tried to express out. To make the matter worst, the baby still refused to latch on the breast. A “tukang urut” came to urut the breast but that session was filled with tears as I clenched my teeth to withstand the pain as she massaged the breast.
Fast forward 2 weeks later, I exclusively pump to feed my daughter. I would pump every 4 hours and the confinement lady would feed her with the bottle. I was constantly playing catching game to meet her demand. I tried to pump as much as possible so that she wouldn’t need formula milk. Whenever I tried to hold my daughter to my breast, she would cry so loudly and clamp her lips tight. The pumping and forcing her to the breast made the ni**le bleed. A slight brush to the ni**le was enough to give me a painful jolt. I wanted to give up. I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I told my husband that I would only breastfeed our daughter for 3 months. I tried to find a lactation counselor in Melaka but none was available. I was ready to throw in my towel.
