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Faith Neff
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Faith Neff
Dec 17, 2016

Breastfeeding... Not going to happen

I live in Hannibal, MO "America's Hometown". I had decided NOT to breastfeed him because I did with my daughter who is 3 years and 9 months older than him, and I did not like it at all. Well, when my son (who is now 15) was born he had a hole in both lungs, group B strep and had had a seizure. The hospital I delivered at was Blessing Hospital in Quincy, IL. They at that time had the areas only neonatal specialist on staff. He was there the night Dwight was born. After I delivered, they whisked my tiny baby off into another room and the next time I saw him he had chest tubes in his little body, a respirator breathing for him and iv's and wires everywhere. The specialist came in to talk with me and to ask me where I wanted them to send him because they were not equipped to care for him there. He proceeded to list off about 5 childrens hospitals they could send him to to get the treatment he would need. The only question that came to mind was, "If he was your son where would you send him?" The specialists answer was "Without a doubt if he were my son I would send him to St.Louis Children's Hospital ." So that is exactly what I did. When we first got there I was given information on what to be prepared for during our stay. They said most babies who come in in Dwights condition would be in there at least a couple of months. So as I mentally prepared for an extended stay about 3 days in I went to take a shower in the parents room. I cried and prayed the whole time I was bathing as it was the only true private place I had. I prayed that I would do anything to make my baby healthy, just please tell me what I need to do. Well the next morning I woke up to my breasts being engorged, my milk had come in and they HURT! I told my mom I was going to talk with the lactating nurse. I got His message loud and clear. I began expressing immediately and stored up a lot of milk. As soon as Dwight was able to start feeding (from a feeding tube) he got my breast milk. My baby progressed so well (he also had literally hundreds of people back home praying for him) he came home after only being in the hospital for 11 DAYS!!! God is good and he always gives us what we need. If we would all just learn to come to him sooner we could see it. Thank You Father God for my many blessings in my life. Not a day goes by that I am not grateful.