I posted a few months ago about building up a freezer stash of milk for when I headed back to work full time. I knew that I wanted to breastfeed Baby Oats until he was a year old; I’d nursed Little Oats until she was 16 months, so I didn’t see a problem with this at all. I figured the 100 oz or so I had in the freezer would be enough of a head start that I could pump daily and keep a decent stash of milk. After all, I was only gone long enough for Baby Oats to need one 5-6oz bottle, so that should be easy with my big supply, right?

The first day I was back to work full time, I packed up my pump, cold packs and insulated bag. I got to work, checked out my FULL schedule, and realized that I was seeing patients straight through until 12:30 pm – and then again at 1:00 pm. Perfect; there was a half hour for lunch where I could pump what I needed, and 8:00am to 12:30pm wasn’t really that long without pumping or nursing.

12:30 rolled around, and there was a mandatory company-wide conference call. Without an office with a locking door, and only half hour for lunch and the call, I didn’t think I’d be able to fit in a pumping session. I was starting to ache a little, but figured I went 8-10 hours at night without nursing, so I’d survive.

At 2:3opm, I thought I had a break between patients, so I got my pump ready and thought I would just sneak to the bathroom to relieve some pressure. Unfortunately, just as I was getting up to go, a patient arrived with a broken hearing aid that needed repair. I set down my pump, and got back to work.

Finally, 4:30 rolled around, and I finished writing medical reports for the last of my patients. Thankfully, I was only about 5 minutes from home, so my rock-solid chest didn’t have to wait much longer for relief. I drove home (probably speeding), and latched Baby Oats on the second I got in the door. I pumped the other side at the same time, hoping that I’d at least get enough milk for the next day. I certainly was engorged enough. After pumping for 15 minutes, unlatching Baby Oats and pumping the other side for 15 minutes, I had 2 ounces of milk. TWO OUNCES. After an entire day of no nursing, no pumping….two ounces. A third of what I needed for the following day. That’s fine, I thought – I’ll pump before bed, and then tomorrow at work I’ll be able to pump again at lunch.

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Before I went to bed that night, I started to pump. And after 30 minutes, I had less than half an ounce. Sure that my body just needed to adjust to my new schedule, I kept pumping twice daily; once when I got home from work, and once before bed. And each time, the milk barely covered the bottom of the bottle.

My pump came to work with me, because I had the best intentions…but I’ve been back to work for three months now, and I’ll tell you…I haven’t been able to pump at work. My day is packed with patients, I have no private, locking office to pump in, and unfortunately, because of the one-year maternity leaves that are the norm here in Canada, pumping time isn’t something that is commonly allowed at workplaces. I’d pump on my commute, but 3/5 days my commute is about 5 minutes long. I’d pump at lunch, but again – there are conference calls, walk in patients, and the fact that I would have to sit in a cramped bathroom stall for upwards of 25 minutes, just to save up a measly ounce or so.

By my fourth week back to work, the freezer stash I had worked so hard for was gone. I pumped when I could, usually pumping one side while Baby Oats nursed on the other. Occasionally, I could manage enough milk for the next day, but I was quickly finding that I was going to need to supplement with something. All of the water, fenugreek, brewer’s yeast, and Mother’s Milk tea wasn’t doing anything to increase my pumping output (neither were new flanges or filters on the pump), and I was getting frustrated and depressed. My growing boy was 10 months old, and still needed that mid-day bottle.

So, about a month ago, I went out to the store and bought a box of Alimentum. At our grocery store, it only comes in ready-to-serve cans, and 4 cans are about $8. Thankfully, Baby Oats was managing just fine on a 4oz bottle with his lunch, which meant that each can of formula lasted two days. $8 for 8 bottles seemed a little steep (after all, breastmilk is free!), but it was worth it to save my sanity.

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Mr. O texted me a photo of Baby Oats, guzzling down his first bottle of formula, and I have to admit, it hurt. I had never, in 16 months of nursing, had to give Little Oats anything except breastmilk, and I felt as though I had failed. 10 months wasn’t the year that I was planning on, and I (thought) I felt people silently judging me as I loaded the grocery cart with boxes of Alimentum. I see ‘friends’ post rants about breast being best, and linking to poorly-conducted studies about babies on formula not being as smart, tall, strong, healthy….insert word here.

And then one day, while talking to a good friend about supplementing with formula, she reassured me of something. For ten whole months, I had fed a baby using only milk my body produced. Even now, at eleven months, I’m STILL feeding this baby with my milk. Just because he isn’t getting 100% breastmilk, he’s still growing and thriving. Why is supplementing with formula any different than adding solid foods to a baby’s diet?

I’m really not trying to start any sort of debate about nursing vs formula feeding, nor do I think I’m any sort of expert on supplementing. But I got really down on myself for “failing” at my goal, and I still get a bit of a knot in my stomach when I can’t seem to pump anything at all. But here we are, with Baby Oats turning 11 months in a day or two, and he is a perfectly happy, healthy boy. He drinks his formula at lunch, and nurses a few times while I’m home. I’ve stopped stressing out about pumping at work, and I’m just enjoying the time that I do get nursing snuggles. My body is adjusting, my baby is adjusting, and I think we’re going to make it to the one-year mark just fine (even if it isn’t exactly how I pictured it!).