8 pounds, 3 ounces.
That’s how much Torsten weighed at the pediatrician today, and we are all happy, where by “we” I primarily mean “me”, since I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown what with all of the feeding nonsense.
Torsten is doing really well, very healthy, and has finally surpassed his birthweight. We’ve also finally worked out a way to deal with the feeding issues without pumping or Reglan. We just gave in to the idea of supplementation as a way to continue breastfeeding, since my breasts just aren’t planning to cooperate. The fenugreek has helped, I think, but after reading the side effects for Reglan (um… contraindicated for those with a history of depression, plus some horrible muscular condition? No thanks… and the pediatrician agreed…), there was no way in Hell I was going to risk my own health or the baby’s to take the stuff (directly or indirectly – Mama having some strange muscle problem that causes her to stiffen up and be unable to move while alone with the baby would be bad news, not to mention it gets passed along to the baby).
I never wanted to give my baby formula. Ever. And I am happy we’ve found a solution that will let me use my own breast milk for as long as I can. But after having talked to lactation consultants and doctors and reading books and as much as the Internets had to offer, I’ve had to make my peace with the fact that yes, Torsten will have some formula, but at least he’ll get the benefits of breastmilk for as long as I can provide it.
And hey, doing supplementation meant that my kid is finally gaining weight appropriately. So I’m not going to complain.
I feel pretty good for the first time in weeks.
Merry Christmas, one and all 
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I did both with my daughter, and she turned out just fine. In fact, she NEVER went to the doctor except for well baby checks for her first two years (and my breastfeed only friend’s kids always seemed to be in & out of the dr with ear infections, colds, etc.) in spite of using formula. She was 9 lbs when she was born and has always been in the 90th percentile in height & weight.
With Grant, I started of BF the first week and added formula to supplement after that. He is happy with either a bottle or nipple as long as one of them is in his mouth! LOL. Week 3 for us and still going strong.
Good luck!
Hope you had a Merry Christmas! It is so much different when you have a baby.
What excellent news. Hearing that sweet baby is alright must have been the best Christmas present.