"I Became a Mother… But I Had No Milk — A 50-Day Struggle for My Baby’s Life"

"I Became a Mother… But "I Had No Milk "— A 50-Day Struggle for My Baby’s Life"

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before.” – Osho

The day I became a mother was the most emotional and unforgettable day of my life. My baby girl arrived, and with her came a wave of love I never imagined. But along with it came confusion, fear, and helplessness.

I had no breast milk. My baby cried endlessly out of hunger. And I? I cried too — not just out of pain, but out of helplessness. I didn’t know how to care for a newborn.

👶 Every time she cried, I would hold her close and try to feed her. But there was no milk. I could feel her tiny body trembling with hunger.

My husband had strictly forbidden me from giving her formula milk. “If you have to give it, only give 4 drops,” he said. I followed that. But 4 drops never satisfied her.

I was in the village, surrounded by traditions, restrictions, and voices that silenced mine. My in-laws would say:

“In our time, we gave only mother’s milk or just boiled water. Babies survived.”

No one cared to ask if I was producing any milk.

📵 I wasn’t even allowed to call for help. My husband, my in-laws, even my brother-in-law — all said, “Don’t involve outsiders. Don’t take the baby to a doctor.”

Every night, I sat in a corner, holding my baby to my chest, praying:

🙏 “God, please… just give her milk. She’s starving. Please don’t let anything happen to her.”

My heart broke every moment. My breasts were dry, but I still kept trying to feed her — just in case, maybe one drop would come.

But nothing did.

💔 And still, the answer I got from my family was:

“Whether you have milk or not, put her to your breast. That’s what mothers do.”

But no one understood how it felt to watch your baby cry in hunger for days, with no one listening, no one helping.

This went on for 50 days.

50 days of hunger.

50 days of tears.

50 days of praying for a miracle.

Then, one day… a miracle came.

The Day Hope Knocked at My Door

An Anganwadi worker — a Dhai Maa — came to our home for a routine visit. She looked at my daughter and was shocked.

“She looks lifeless,” she said.

“Her body is weak, she's dehydrated. You need to take her to the doctor immediately.”

It was only after this stranger’s words that my mother-in-law spoke to my husband and convinced him to take us to the doctor.

And on the 54th day, we finally visited Dr. Sneha.

👩‍⚕️ Dr. Sneha didn’t scold me. She didn’t blame me. She looked at me with empathy and said,

“It’s not your fault. Some mothers don’t produce milk, and that’s okay. The most important thing is your baby’s health.”

She prescribed formula milk — told me how to prepare it, how much to give, and when.

And That’s When My Baby Started to Live

That every day, I fed her properly for the first time. I still remember her eyes calming down… her soft smile… her little hand resting on mine.

She stopped crying.

She looked peaceful.

She looked… alive.

From that day forward, my baby started to gain weight. She smiled, played, laughed. She started to look healthy and beautiful — the way every baby deserves to be.

And I? I thanked God in silence.

Thank you, God, for finally answering my prayers.

Thank you, Dr. Sneha, for saving my baby.

Thank you, Dhai Maa, for being the only one who truly saw us.

But One Question Still Hurts Me:

Wasn’t it my family’s duty to support me?

Wasn’t it my husband’s responsibility to help feed his child?

Why was I made to suffer in silence for 50 days?

Why was I made to feel guilty — like not producing milk made me any less of a mother?

•Being a mother is not just about breastfeeding. It’s about love, sacrifice, and survival.

•I learned that a mother is not measured by the milk she produces, but by the strength she shows when everyone else turns their back.

To Every New Mother Reading This:

💔 If you’re struggling, if your body is not cooperating,

You are still a mother. You are enough. 🤱❤️

🙏 Seek help. Don’t feel ashamed.

And to families — please listen to her. Support her. Trust her instincts. 👂👨‍👩‍👧

Because no woman should have to beg to feed her child. 🥺

No baby should go hungry because of society’s silence. 👶🥣🤫

“Sometimes, the strongest women are the ones who cry alone at night 🌙😢

and still wake up with a smile for their babies.” 😊👩‍🍼💪

By Indian Mother