Why I decided to donate my milk

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When I first gave birth to Marko, I was given the opportunity to attempt breastfeeding for the very first time with the help of a very kind nurse who was terribly patient and knew exactly how to instruct a very flustered and still shaky new mother. She helped guide his little mouth as he latched on, bringing comfort to what must have felt like chaos for this new little guy. Breastfeeding is supposed to be instinctual and very natural, is it not? Little did I know, this would be the beginning of a very trying time for both myself and my new tiny human.

I understood the science behind it. I read the books, attended the classes, and had set my goals when it came to motherhood: breast is best — my baby would get nothing but for the next six months.

NICUShortly after his birth, Marko developed severe jaundice and was admitted to the hospital’s NICU for a week. His little body was sheltered within an incubator, ultraviolet lights shining down on him to reduce his bilirubin levels. I was permitted ten to fifteen minute intervals every few hours to hold and feed him.

Yet I couldn’t. He wouldn’t latch. I remember sitting in the NICU, my husband and a nurse standing over head, sweating as I nervously tried to hold my newborn and complete the “simple” task of feeding. Marko was too lethargic to suck and I was an emotional mess. After several attempts, the nurse kindly instructed me to begin pumping so they can at least feed him the milk through a tube snaked through his nose. I walked back to my room, cried and did as I was told.

For the next month, I would sit with my pump in hand every three hours and extract as much milk as I could. I must have been lucky because I produced lots and quickly filled my freezer with bags upon bags of liquid gold. In the midst of all this, I visited with a couple of lactation consultants and even had an emergency call via Skype with one when I feared I was losing my milk during his six week growth spurt (she assured me I wasn’t!). I worked hard at it, and as I started to build some confidence, he eventually latched. I was thrilled! We had gotten past the hump and now I was successfully feeding my child. Well, kind of.

Breastfeeding tools

You see, during all this nursing ordeal, I also had what I thought was a colicky baby. He cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. He would also spit up, arch his back and scream during and after every feed. What was I doing wrong? I was stumped (and emotionally drained/exhausted/hungry/hormonal).

After several back and forth visits with his paediatrician over the course of three months, we finally came to realize that my poor little guy was suffering of acid reflux and an intolerance to cow milk. For every step forward, it seemed like I was taking a few steps back. But what could I do? I wanted to breastfeed and breastfeed I would. I cut out all form of dairy from my diet and after a couple of weeks I began to notice a remarkable change in my baby’s behaviour. He was calmer. He wasn’t screaming after every feed. I had succeeded!

I was thrilled to watch my son finally begin to thrive. He was no longer yellow in colour, no longer arching his back, his dirty diapers seemed normal and the eczema on his skin began to  clear up. Yet, I was feeling sorry for myself. What would I do with all those bags of milk that I had stored in my freezer? All that hard work of pumping at all hours of the night were now gone to waste, all thanks to my cheese-yogurt-latte filled diet I once consumed. I just didn’t have the heart to toss it down the sink.

While discussing my dilemma with a few women, I was made aware of a group called Human Milk 4 Human Babies. Founded in 2010, it is a global network providing families in need of breastmilk a means to connect with women willing to donate. I couldn’t feed my own son the milk but I would be able to help another mother out. Within a day, I was able to connect with a woman in my city and donate my bags of milk to help feed her 10-day-old daughter while she worked on increasing her low supply.

I can honestly say, the feeling I got from knowing that all my hard work ended up feeding not only my own child but someone else’s was worth every single sacrifice and tear shed. Breastfeeding doesn’t always work out for everyone and it certainly isn’t easy. At least not for me. I’m grateful that these networks exist and that women feel comfortable enough to share something so intimate with one another. Talk about a community!

I’m proud to say, I’m eight months into breastfeeding and have grown to love every minute of it. It was hard work but it paid off in ways I never thought it would!

3 Comments on Why I decided to donate my milk

  1. Madelaine
    September 28, 2015 at 2:39 pm (2 years ago)

    Congrats on this great post and good job mommy!!!!

  2. Ruby Agnes
    September 29, 2015 at 11:05 am (2 years ago)

    awesome post! I share in some of your story with the cows milk intolerance. those first weeks were not easy but also am glad to have prevailed. thanks for sharing!

  3. Rima Avellan
    September 30, 2015 at 1:33 pm (2 years ago)

    Sabrina, great post! So proud of you. I, too, was surprised when I discovered how something so “natural” such as breastfeeding was not so easy. I endured some trying times as well, so I can definitely relate to your story. Glad it all worked out!


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