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My Experience with Working And Breastfeeding

When my oldest son was 6 weeks old I returned to work part-time.  I felt a little panicked because he had never learned to properly latch onto a bottle.  In fact, it had taken us several weeks to get our past breastfeeding latch issues. I hadn’t had much time to teach him to use a bottle.

When I supplemented with formula or fed him pumped breast milk in the earlier weeks, he never ate more than an ounce or so at a time.  How was he supposed to get enough to eat while I was at work for four hours?

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My Struggles with Breastfeeding and Working

Making a Plan for Breastfeeding After Returning to Work

My plan for breastfeeding while working was to pump one time at work and again in the evening at home to provide at least two 4 oz bottles for my son each day. He nursed quite a bit at night at this point, so I figured if 8 ozs of breastmilk wasn’t enough for 4 hours, he’d make up the difference by nursing more when were together.

I Was a Breast Pumping Failure

The best laid plans . . . As it turned out I was never able to pump more than 2 ozs at a time. I hated pumping and began to consider giving my son formula during the hours I was at work. His daycare provider understood that I was committed to breastfeeding and assured me that he wasn’t starving on my meager supply of pumped milk.

In fact, he was sleeping for half of the time he was at daycare, attempting to eat once and sitting happily in the swing observing the older babies the rest of the time.

He didn’t cry and didn’t seem hungry.  He did, however, spend the afternoons and evenings attached to my breast, leaving me very little milk for pumping or time to pump.

My 8 Week Old Baby Refused to Bottle Feed

Around 8 weeks, my son began to “wake up” at daycare and wasn’t spending as much time sleeping.  He was crying more and still not latching onto the bottle properly.  Some mornings he would refuse the bottle completely. This began to worry his daycare provider.  One day, in desperation, she called me around 10 A.M. to come nurse him.

By his 9th week, he refused the bottle every time it was offered. I would nurse him just before leaving him at the daycare at 7:45 A.M., then I’d leave work to feed him again at 10:00 A.M. At noon, I’d hurry from work to feed him before taking him home.

Since my job was 10-15 minutes from the daycare I was only at my desk from 8 A.M-9:45 A.M and from 10:45 A.M.-12 P.M.

My supervisor and co-workers noticed, though no one said anything negative.  I think they assumed I’d be pumping during that time anyway. I took home any work I could during that week, but I knew I couldn’t sustain breastfeeding my son and working – even part time – much longer. At the end of that week I devised a plan.

I Worked From Home So I Could Work and Breastfeed

My predicament was obvious – It didn’t matter how much or how little I pumped or if I formula fed. My baby refused a bottle. I didn’t know at the time that this is a common issue for babies around this age whether they are breastfed or formula fed. As a first time mom I didn’t have the experience to know we could probably work through it. (Also, this was 2001 and we didn’t have as many bottle/nipple options then as we do now.)

Honestly? I’m glad I didn’t know because I didn’t have the heart to continue to force the bottle. As well, what happened next was a dream come true.

Even though my supervisor and co-workers were understanding and patient, I had already cut my hours to part-time and now I was spending an hour of my four-hour work day away from work, feeding my baby.  I knew I could eventually lose my job over this!

Still, I needed to be able to work and feed my baby at the same time.  I considered the possibilities and came up with two scenarios I could live with.  I could hire a nanny to care for my son and bring him to me when he needed to eat or I could work from home.  Since hiring a nanny would reduce my hourly pay to a couple of dollars an hour, working from home made the most sense.  Easy choice, right?

There was only one problem.  No one in our company worked from home.  Why on earth would they let me telecommute?

I knew I was probably going to have to give up my job. With my husband fresh out of college and a new baby in the home, that would likely mean going on public assistance.

I was nervous to talk to my supervisor about working from home, but I knew it was my one shot at having the best of both worlds – motherhood and financial security.

As it turned out, my supervisor was extremely understanding and supportive. He promised to talk with the corporate office about me telecommuting. When he did, they agreed!

By the end of the week I was set up for full-time telecommuting.  Yes – that’s full time. In a compromise for the privilege of working from home, I agreed to take on an important task that I performed before my maternity leave. The person who had taken it over was struggling with the job and looking for another position within the company.

I gladly added more work to my plate in exchange for the privilege of breastfeeding my baby on demand.  I never regretted that decision.

Does Breastfeeding Get Easier?

So far my breastfeeding experience hadn’t been easy. First, I was completely unprepared for breastfeeding. Then I struggled with common newborn breastfeeding issues. I wanted to quit breastfeeding so many times in those first 12 weeks.

But there I was, 12 weeks into my breastfeeding experience,  sitting at my desk at home, spreadsheet open, fully concentrating on work when I looked down at my nursling.  I suddenly realized that all of our breastfeeding struggles were gone.  He was latching easily and staying latched!

It had been weeks since I declared to my husband on a daily basis that I was DONE with breastfeeding.  It had been weeks since my baby and I cried together in frustration as he latched on and slipped off over and over.  There was no longer any pain, physical or emotional, associated with nursing!

I fed him on demand, which was about every two hours for 20 minutes.  He was healthy and growing and our nursing relationship was peaceful and easy.  This was the promised land of nursing I’d read about, the one other moms assured me I’d reach if I just kept going.

I had made it.  We had made it!

But my breastfeeding story doesn’t end here. Read the next part to find out how I treated mastitis naturally.


Important Note: I share my breastfeeding experience to offer encouragement and celebrate my triumph over personal struggles, not to judge or condemn other moms whose stories are different from my own. If you feel like a breastfeeding failure you have to read this article to moms who think they failed at breastfeeding. You’re not a failure, mama.


My breastfeeding experience spanned a continuous 5 years and 9 months.  In this series I share my breastfeeding story, with all of its ups and downs, for the purpose of inspiring and encouraging both new moms and those who are well into their breastfeeding experience. 


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