“Breast is best” may not always be the case. Boy Meets World star Danielle Fishel recently opened up in an essay for Good Morning America where she revealed her breastmilk hurt her newborn son.
Fishel gave birth to her son, Adler, more than four weeks early. It was discovered that Adler had fluid in his chest cavity and had to be given a feeding tube as a result.
Danielle Fishel Explains How Her Breastmilk Almost Killed Her Baby
“We weren’t able to breastfeed the way I always envisioned, but we were able to feed him breast milk through the tube,” Fishel wrote.
Unfortunately, the breastmilk only added more fluid to Adler’s lungs, causing additional complications.
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“The guilt arrived with gusto,” she wrote. “Why is my milk hurting my child? Is my baby allergic to me? Formula is bad for him because it’s full of high fructose corn syrup. This is all my fault.”
Adler was likely to grow out of it, the doctors said, but in the meantime, he was given medium-chain triglyceride formula.
After six weeks, doctors told Fishel she could try to breastfeed again. Unfortunately, the doctors found fluid in his lungs when they gave him an X-ray four weeks later and he was put back on formula.
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“Of all the experiences we’ve had with Adler’s health, for some reason, not being able to feed him from my body has been one of the most emotional for me,” she said.
The ordeal gave Fishel a different perspective on mom guilt.
“It’s there whether you’re a stay-at-home mom or work outside the house, but there is one thing I know for certain each and every mother has in common: We are trying our absolute best 100% of the time,” she wrote.
When I’m not hanging out with my three-year-old and husband in Brooklyn, I’m busy writing stories for Mamas Uncut and managing PR + Marketing for Magnolia Bakery, based in New York City. On weekends, you can usually find me at a local park or playground pushing my daughter on the swings, “researching” the best almond croissants in Park Slope or launching into impromptu family dance parties at home, the sidewalk or, every once in awhile, a restaurant bathroom. I’m still trying to master the whole parenting thing, but I have learned that copious amounts of coffee, humor and humility are involved on a daily basis.