Tongue tie division done.
God it was heartbreaking but definitely needed it doing as she wasn’t latching without a nipple shield and when she tried it was so painful for me I couldn’t cope.
The doctor who performed it was great, he showed us where she had the problem and what movements in her tongue she was lacking.
We decided that getting it done was for the best for both me and her.
The doctor and midwife swaddled her, laid her down on the bed and held her head with her mouth open.
Now neither of us could watch the next bit, but the doctor made sure I was ready to feed her straight away as the procedure itself is over in seconds.
Those few seconds of her crying made me cry, but as soon as she had some milk (without a nipple shield I might add) she was a star and fell straight asleep.
I’m still getting over the initial shock of her crying and the whole scenario with a nice costa hot chocolate, while she sleeps the ordeal away. Even though it was a lot worse in the lead up to it than the actual procedure it was still upsetting.
I am the worst for over thinking and worrying though and I really build myself up for the worst and end up having a panic attack about it before it’s even happening/ed. I think with me it’s the thought more than the actual procedure or thing that’s going to happen.
She’s now settled and latched really well for the first time without a nipple shield, so hopefully, it has all been worth it.
Okay, so I spoke too soon.
At about 5 pm she woke for her next feed as usual. Although she seemed a little more disgruntled than usual, the doctor said to expect this.
After being changed, we got ready to feed and she wouldn’t latch. I tried numerous times, with and without the nipple shield but she would just have a couple of sucks then pull of screaming.
So we tried some other ways to get some milk into her as she was so hungry by this point.
A bottle, nope.
Cup feeding, nope.
Even hand expressing into her mouth, nothing.
She was crying so much she kept going red and being sick (what looked like quite large amounts).
She continued this way, screaming in hunger and what I knew was pain for hours.
I tried to calm her, Conor tried.
We tried skin to skin, a dummy but nothing was stopping her crying.
Around 8 pm I called the midwives.
They advised me to call 111 as they can’t work out a dosage for calpol for a baby so small, it hasn’t to be a paediatrician.
Called 111 and was told that a paediatrician will call me back at some point that night with an emergency appointment.
10 pm and I had had enough. My baby was clearly in pain, being sick far too much for my liking and she hadn’t stopped crying which had given her a temperature and her breathing wasn’t quite right.
We decided to go up to a&e. On the 10minute car journey where she had fallen asleep.
I felt so bad that she had gone to sleep and gone so long with an empty tummy.
It really hurt.
I felt like such a bad mum, my poor little 2-week old baby had missed 2/3 feeds by now.
I felt terrible.
When we got to the hospital she stayed asleep for a while until we were seen.
They monitored her heart rate, breathing and wanted to see if she would take a feed.
just our luck that she did, I was so relieved.
She only ate for about 17 minutes which wasn’t her usual length but at least it was something.
She went straight back to sleep after as she was probably exhausted from all the crying.
The paediatrician came and had a look at her tongue and said it was all fine. A little bit red and irritated but it wasn’t bleeding which was a good sign.
He recommended that we give her 2ml of calpol every 4hours for the next couple of days until it heals, and he left a 72hr open access to the paediatrician if we had any more problems or she wouldn’t feed again. This was a relief as we were so worried that she would get home and struggle to latch again.
After she had the calpol she settled and was an angel the rest of the night.
Oh, and the paediatrician didn’t call back with our emergency appointment until 7:30 am the next morning. We thought this was very bad as if we would have waited that’s long she would have gone over 12hrs without food.
This was honestly the first time me and Conor felt that feeling of helplessness that parents say they get when their baby or child is ill.
It was genuinely heartbreaking, knowing that she was in pain, not knowing what to do and not being able to do anything about it
I think it’s taken up until this point where we finally felt like actual parents.