Had a culture taken. I, for sure, do not/no longer have thrush. I can no longer blame my problems on yeast. There is no need to coat Wiley's mouth with gentian violet or for me to give up wine and cheese for that candida diet thingy (thank God).
So this is just how I am, I guess.
Fuck Jack "Its not supposed to hurt" Newman. Fuck him in the neck.
I don't think realistically any form or fashion of latch that the little guy is physically capable of is going to fix it. What I hear from other "real" breastfeeding mommies is that with normal nipples, really, a clumsy latch doesn't really matter. They breastfeed. It's not a big deal. They latch them in carriers in the mall, they latch them half asleep, they are barely paying attention and here I am agonizing over every millimeter of areola and where it lands in his mouth... No, its just not this painstaking for women for whom it CAN work.
I'm just not one of those women. And this time, as opposed to last time, I tried everything, I explored every avenue, I was aggressive, and it turns out I just am a pumper. That was the right decision last time and its right again unless I want my nipples to disintegrate in my baby's mouth and fall off.
I can keep trying to latch him once a day just to satisfy my... whatever... and see if after a few more weeks something magical happens, the breastfeeding goddesses smile upon me and I suddenly toughen up. But I don't think the prospects are promising.
I'll keep pumping for a little while longer. But we won't be doing this for 6 months like last time.