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It Was My Choice

Breastfeeding, Medication and the Right to Choose

By Lindsey Rock

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Before I had Harper I knew I would breastfeed her. I did not know of anyone currently breastfeeding. But I knew it was right for us.

I have Crohn's disease and am diagnosed bi-polar, so I have spent most of my life on one medication or another. I have always been a good girl and done what the doctor says. When I became pregnant I went off all my medications cold turkey, including lithium and a benzodiazapine (clonopin). I had no idea how long I would be able to remain off my medications but knew that I would breastfeed for as long as I could.

My initial goal was three months, as it seemed like this was what was normal and acceptable. As the six-month mark passed I thought, "Just try and stop me!" Life went on, unmedicated, uncomplicated. Both my general practitioner and my psychiatrist said that I was their only Crohn's or bi-polar patient to successfully breastfeed – a feat I am most proud of!

The First Red Flag
When Harper was 7 months old, I found myself admitted to the hospital with a bowel obstruction. The first night in the ER, I asked for – and they supplied me with – a breast pump. It was my first night away from her. As the hours progressed, the only medication I was given was morphine, generally safe to take while nursing. Every doctor and nurse who saw me was informed I was a nursing mom.

When it became clear that I had a bowel obstruction, I was told I might need to go on prednisone (a corticosteroid drug). This was the first red flag. It is contraindicated to take prednisone if you are bi-polar. I also thought that it was unfavorable to take while breastfeeding. Thomas Hale, R.Ph., Ph.D., says that taken orally, the transfer into milk is minimal, dependant on maternal doses. Regardless, I said absolutely no way, but I was resigned to add, "Unless there is no other alternative."

I was in the hospital for five nights and four days. I fought long and hard to keep the breast pump. I argued a number of times about continuing to pump/dump and refusing unnecessary but possibly preventative medications. I later found out there was no need for me to dump my milk! I remained only on morphine. The only alternative to the medication was to have an "NG tube." This is a tube that goes up your nose, down your throat and into your stomach. It then sucks all the contents out of your stomach. In the best-case scenario, the inflammation causing the obstruction goes down and the obstruction goes away. Luckily this worked for me, but not without several doses of Ativan and the creation of a vulgar new sign language.

I was miserable. I was also "nil by mouth," so how was I to keep my milk? I wasn't even allowed a sip of water. I could barely keep down an ice chip. I continued to pump every four hours and could only get out 1 ounce in 30 minutes. All this and virtually no support from a nurse or doctor. Only one lovely, young female resident gave her support and only gentle reminders that if I had to go on prednisone at least I tried really hard and I'd at least gone seven months, "What a great mom." When I was being discharged the doctor asked only out of curiosity, "How long do women normally breastfeed?" The resident spoke up and informed him "Two years is recommended."

The Second Red Flag
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