Showing posts with label sleep deprivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep deprivation. Show all posts

Friday, 23 January 2015

The Curse of the Upper Lip Tie



When Little Miss was born 3 years ago, she refused to take my breast for the first 24 hours, and was fed my colostrum through a syringe. It was a pretty worrying time for me, wondering if she’d ever be able to breastfeed. After a day she seemed to get the hang of it and would latch on, but really, our first few weeks of breastfeeding were pretty awful. She’d scream and turn her head away whenever I offered the breast, and it would take a lot of persistence on my part to actually get her attached. Once on, she fed pretty well, so we (me, Mr McD and all the Dr’s and nurses we saw in those first weeks) all put it down to her being born 3 weeks early, and still a little immature. After the first 2 weeks or so we found our groove and things got much easier; we ended up having a wonderful breastfeeding relationship until she self-weaned at 16 months (by which time I was 4 months pregnant with the Stuntman).

When the Stuntman came along, I was prepared for a similar initial breast refusal, but in fact he wriggled and maneuvered his way up my chest like a newly hatched baby turtle, and attached himself to my boob less than 5 minutes after he came out. It was the most beautiful moment, and I remember crying and exclaiming “he’s doing it, he’s doing it!!” to Mr McD and my mum in the birthing suite, so excited was I that it seemed that he had this breastfeeding business under control.
The Stuntman, 1 day old
A few hours and several feeds later, I noticed my nipples were shaped like lipsticks with a weird line down the centre. It didn’t hurt though, so I wasn’t too concerned about it. I got the hospital’s Lactation Consultant to assess our latch, as well as a couple of midwives, and they all said it looked fine, and that if it didn’t hurt, I shouldn’t worry. The Stuntman was checked over by the hospital Paediatrician, given the all clear, and we were sent on our way home after one night’s stay.

The next few days and nights turned into a blur of excruciating nipple pain, endless puddles of vomit, and some serious sleep deprivation. The Stuntman was wanting to feed every 1.5 hours round the clock, and then vomiting most of it up before falling asleep for less than an hour, then repeating the whole cycle again. My nipples were cracked and bleeding and the poor little Stuntman just wasn't happy. It’s safe to say I was not having a very good time, and I’m pretty sure it was only my Placenta capsules that kept me from going over the edge.

I’d been seeing a lovely lady, Jo, throughout my pregnancy for some wonderful reflexology and massage (to deal with SPD), and she offered me a post-natal treatment as well, to get things back in alignment and re-balance my hormones. To my great fortune, she was also a very experienced counsellor with the Australian Breastfeeding Association, and offered to have a look at what was going on for us. After 2 minutes of watching the Stuntman feeding, she did a quick check and told me that she thought he had an upper lip tie, and potentially a tongue tie as well. The Stuntman at this point was about 10 days old, and had been assessed by 2 different paediatricians, my GP, several midwives at the hospital, the home visiting midwife, and a nurse at the Early Childhood clinic. No one had even mentioned a lip or tongue tie, and all had just told me to ‘work on our latch’ to improve the situation. As a second time mum, it was just assumed that I knew what I was doing and could work it out.

Within an hour of seeing Jo, I had an appointment for the Stuntman with a wonderful husband and wife team in Sydney who specialise in lip and tongue ties in babies. The Stuntman was diagnosed as having a Class IV upper lip tie as well as a posterior tongue tie. An upper lip tie is where the piece of skin under a baby’s top lip (‘maxillary labial frenulum’) is attached too tightly to the gum, and looks like this:
A Class IV upper lip tie. Photo courtesy of Dr Lawrence Kotlow
A Class IV upper lip tie means that the labial frenulum extends down between where the two front teeth will come in, and wraps around and attaches to the hard palette underneath.

We had both ties snipped then and there. It was a quick procedure performed by a surgeon (the Lactation Consultant’s husband), and, while I can’t say it was painless for the Stuntman, I think the worst part of it for him was being tightly wrapped and held down on the table while it was happening. There was some blood and some screaming, but I think I was in worse shape than him!

As soon as the procedure was performed, I was encouraged to pop him straight on the breast. Apparently breast milk acts as an analgesic and can also stop bleeding. The difference I felt on that first post-snip feed was amazing; there was still some pain as my nipples were in really bad shape, but it was only ‘surface pain’, and not the excruciating agony I had been experiencing up until that point. He had the longest feed he’d ever had, and actually fell asleep on the boob – something he had never done before. The consultant explained that he’d had to work so hard to feed before the snip, that he’d probably never quite gotten to that milk drunk stage. 
Milk drunk, at last!
We had to do some lip-stretching exercises over the next few weeks to make sure that the frenulum didn’t heal back onto the gum line, but that was it. This simple procedure actually changed mine and the Stuntman’s lives; without it I really doubt I could have continued breastfeeding (and certainly not still be going strong 18 months later!).

If you have any suspicion or worry that your baby might have an upper lip or tongue tie, I urge you to go and see a qualified Lactation Consultant for an assessment. Early correction can make a huge difference.

Some of the signs that a baby may have a tongue or lip tie that is interfering with breastfeeding include:
  • nipple pain and damage
  • the nipple looks flattened after breastfeeding ('lipstick' shaped)
  • you can see a compression/stripe mark on the nipple at the end of a breastfeed
  • the baby keeps losing suction while feeding and sucks in air
  • the baby makes a clicking sound when feeding
  • the baby fails to gain weight
  • the baby cannot poke his tongue out beyond his gum or lips
  • his tongue cannot move sideways
  • the tip of his tongue may be notched or heart-shaped when he cries
  • he may readily gag
  • the tip of the tongue may look flat or square instead of pointed.
 (Source: Australian Breastfeeding Association)

I now realise that Little Miss also suffers from an upper lip tie, and that this was most likely the cause of our early breastfeeding issues. She also now has a small gap between her front teeth, and is unable to say the letters ‘f’ or ‘v’. She actually can’t move her top lip up off her front teeth enough to be able to touch her front teeth to her bottom lip (which is how you say ‘f’ and ‘v’). So it looks like we may have to get hers corrected too, but, at her age, the procedure is going to be much more of a big deal. A paediatric dentist will perform it, most likely using a laser to cut the frenulum. I’m somewhat reluctant to move forward with this, but I know I should do it sooner rather than later, or speech therapy might be required for her as well.

I wish I could say that this simple procedure put an end to all of our troubles, but unfortunately we then had to contend with milk over supply (due to the constant feeding), and a long road to discovering that his sleeplessness, fussiness and excessive vomiting was in fact due to a cow’s milk and soy protein intolerance (CMPI / MSPI) (Read my post How we came to be dairy and soy free for more background). 

Here are some great links for further reading about tongue and lip ties.

Dr Lawrence Kotlow is a world-renowned expert on lip and tongue ties (USA) and produced this Fact Sheet for new parents.

The Australian Breastfeeding Association has some great info on tongue and lip ties.

Personally, I’m almost convinced that there is some kind of link between a tongue and/or lip tie and CMPI / MSPI. So many mums of CMPI babies that I’ve spoken with have also discovered that their little one has a tie –too many to be a coincidence in my opinion! 

What about you - does your baby have CMPI and a lip/tongue tie? 
Leave a comment below!




Saturday, 29 November 2014

Toddler tag teaming


We’ve had a pretty full on week. On Tuesday we had a friend’s funeral, which was heartbreaking, and then that same afternoon Little Miss came down with violent gastro, which was horrendous. I was working towards a major deadline I absolutely had to meet for a work project, as well as a million other little deadlines for various jobs leading up to the end of the year. Needless to say, I’ve been a bit stressed and emotional.

Normally, any one of these things would make me feel anxious and overwhelmed, but this was like a perfect storm of stressful events. Oh, and then our hot water tank crapped itself (again), just to make things interesting.  During times like this, I really need my sleep. I go a bit crazy if I’m trying to deal with stress and I’m sleep deprived as well. Sleep deprivation can then make me feel even more stressed and anxious, so this can be a really vicious cycle.

The kiddies haven’t been too bad with their sleeping lately, generally sleeping through the night, or at least not needing me to go into them if they do wake. But this week, just when I needed a good 6 or 7 hours a night, my two terrors toddlers decided to take it in turns to torture me each and every night.

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Wonder Weeks Hell

We are in some kind of Wonder Weeks hell at the moment. It's the fourth week of Leap 8 (Programs) and the little Stuntman has reverted to being a devil-child who cannot fall asleep on his own and cannot stay asleep for more than an hour, day or night. So I'm back to feeding, rocking, patting, shooshing and bouncing him to sleep, several times a night. My back aches, my shoulders ache, my heart aches because I cannot help him. Exhaustion is an inadequate description. The sleep deprivation is torturous - little black dots seem to crawl up the walls and the room tilts at odd angles. I feel drunk, or perhaps just hungover. I can't hold a conversation. I can barely hold my head up. Little things become big things as my perspective is all out of whack. A big black hole of depression lies just ahead, waiting to swallow me up. 

But at least there is light at the end of this tunnel. This leap is nearly over, and (fingers crossed), our lovely little boy who sleeps though the night will return. With some new mad skills to show off. Just three more days (and nights) to get through...

For those who don't know about the Wonder Weeks, they are 10 developmental 'leaps' that all babies go through in the first 20 months of their lives. Some clever researchers found that the development stages that all babies go through could be predicted almost to the day, so they charted these periods and called them The Wonder Weeks. 

These leaps are stages where babies' little brains go through an intense period of learning and change. New connections are formed and a greater understanding of the world they're living in is reached. Understandably, this can be hard for them to deal with.


The first signs that a leap is approaching are the three C's - crying, crankiness and clinginess. This, plus sleep disturbances (oh yeah!), changes in eating habits and changes in behaviour, can leave parents thinking that they've somehow brought the wrong baby home from the park. Knowing when the Wonder Weeks will occur can be a lifesaver for a sleep deprived parent. 

There's a book, a website, and yep, there's even an app for that. The Wonder Weeks app is a great help to me, as, although it can't do anything to change my baby's behaviour, it gives me warning of what's ahead, and also provides some advice on how to best help them get through this awful, horrible time. 

My mantra during Wonder Weeks is "he's not giving me a rough time, he's having a rough time."  Although that doesn't do much for me at 4am.

Three more days...