2 more nights in hospital

We had to stay in hospital for another 2 nights. We were both on antibiotics and I had a temperature during labour which was slowly coming down. Once they were resolved we could go home. (or so we thought)

A doctor came round on Thursday morning and cleared us both for going home, what they didn't make clear was that the midwives also had to clear us. So we spent all day Thursday waiting around to be told we could go, only to find out that we had to stay another night because the midwives weren't happy with Morgans feeding.


She just wouldn't breastfeed. We had been hand expressing colostrum into a syringe and giving her that but after 48 hours, she needs more. On my last night in hospital I woke up to absolutely rock hard boobs with milk streaming down my front, I called a midwife and she said my milk had come in so we should try feeding Morgan again. She latched on but just wasn't suckling 😕 I couldn't hand express anymore and the syringes just weren't giving her enough so the midwife suggested pumping. I gave it a go and expressed 10ml!!! I couldn't believe how much was there - it was like 10 syringes! I gave it to Morgan from a bottle which was amazing and frustrating - I was feeding my baby!!!! But she was suckling on the bottle teat! Why wouldn't she do that to my nipple?!

Anyway, the midwives were happy that I could express to feed her and she had lost less than 10% of her weight since birth so we were discharged Friday lunchtime ☺️ 

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