I once confided in a friend that Micah prefers sucking his thumb to nursing. “Oh yeah, my boy is like that,” she told me. “I nurse him until he’s sleepy and then he pops his thumb in to finish the job.”
So I let it be.
Something didn’t feel right, but I was juggling life with two little ones and excuses were just so easy to find.
Excuse#1 – He was unconscious when he was born and wasn’t fully alert during our first nursing session. Therefore, we missed the “golden opportunity” to get breastfeeding established.
Excuse #2 – He’s just a lazy nurser . . . a typical laid back second born.
Excuse #3 – I’m comparing him to my experience with my daughter and they are different babies.
At nineteen pounds he’s not exactly malnourished, but he never rolls back his eyes with satisfaction as he gulps mouthful after mouthful of cream and sugar. That bothered me, so when I ran out of excuses I called Mellanie from For Babies Sake (Btw, if you need help call her. I was sooo comfortable with her, which was a plus when she asked to see my boob).
Turns out the reason my little man looks like he’s doing calculus while he nurses is that it’s hard for him. He has a tongue tie that went undiagnosed for FIVE MONTHS, which means he really has to concentrate to get any nourishment.
On the night I found out about it I sat on the floor and cried my heart out. That sounds overly dramatic, I know, but I really did. I’m so grateful that he’s otherwise uber-healthy and that this is correctable, but I thought he hadn’t comfort nursed for the last five months because he didn’t want to . . . not because he can’t.
This Thursday Daddypotamus and I are taking him to a Dallas specialist in hopes that he will agree to do a frenectomy (cut the little flap of skin that’s holding Micah’s tongue down. It’s horrible, I know.)
He has never experienced the satisfaction of a deep latch and a flood of sweet milk, but I am giving him what I can. And as you can see in the video below he’s not exactly suffering. Still, I can’t wait to get this corrected so he can get the comfort he’s been missing out on. (On the other hand I’m totally freaking out that someone is going to go near my baby with a knife. If you’re the praying kind, please pray that this procedure will go well.)