I’ve written many many update posts about George and nursing…all of them in my head. At this moment, I have both hands free, but generally I only have one, or none, and then there is the sharing of the computer situation. I should never have permitted my children to ever learn that computers could be entertaining.
George is doing well. Really well. Better than I had expected.
|At about 2 weeks…still maintaining a fetal position.|
At one point, a while ago, I was seemingly at the end of my rope. I was physically and mentally exhausted. The baby seemed hungry all the time, and I seemed to have no milk to give him. That day, I just gave him whatever. I was too tired to keep track. He probably had about 15 oz that day, out of the 18 oz his weight at the time told me to expect (2.5 oz per pound of body weight).
After that, I calmed down. Many thanks to StephC who reminded me of KellyMom and told me they had a breastfeeding log. It was there I re-read the article on weaning from supplements, which gave me the info I was trying, unsuccessfully, to get from the lactation consultant at the hospital.
We settled into 12 oz per day for three days, then went down to 11. All was well. I tried moving down to 9 oz, but I had to extend the time there, because it was too much, too soon. We’re now down to 8 oz, given in 3 bottles throughout the day. Tomorrow, I hope to go down to 7 oz. Once I get to 6 oz, I think I can move faster, but I’m not in a hurry.
There are advantages to giving a baby an occasional bottle. Now that Fritz has finished giving him his midday 2 oz supplement, my hands are no longer empty, and I’m pecking along with just one!
I never did get that one month appointment for him, but the sling scale tells me he’s over 8 lbs now. He still has scrawny legs and arms because he’s gotten longer, too, but he’s definitely thickening up and the newborn shirts are looking rather trim on him.
Yesterday evening, while nursing him, he made some sort of grunting sound. I looked down at him to see him looking up at me. I’m certain he made the noise just to get my attention. It’s amazing to me how clever they can be at just one month of age.
Now that his eyesight and head control have improved, he will watch me as someone takes him off my lap to theirs. He’s pretty happy to go, but you can see him wondering why mommy is moving away.
The kids haven’t gotten tired of him, although he is yet another thing to fight over. “My turn! – “No! Mine!” I find myself saying, “He’s not a toy!” several times a day.
|The smile my husband was trying to catch.|
Often, he blesses somebody with a huge smile. This morning, he was smiling at the bookshelf. I like to think he’s looking at his guardian angel when he does that.
|How many more times will this man flash that light in my eyes?|
I told myself to pay attention to how long babies stay curled up like they are still cramped in the womb. It took George about 2-3 weeks to start stretching his legs out. He can still scrunch them up well when he’s being held or carried in my ergo, but otherwise, he keeps them much straighter. His arms and hands are still mostly clenched, especially his hands which we often pry apart just so we can have the joy of him holding our finger. The kids liken him to a mummy because he crosses his arms over his chest when they feed him a bottle.
|No more smiles. Just annoyance.|
All things considered, this has been a good month, despite all the stress. Yes, there have been a few meltdowns, but nothing long-lasting or excessive. It’s possible that my old age is making me a kinder, gentler, more patient mother. Or, more likely, it has just been God’s grace and the plentiful, supportive prayers of the many people in my life, including my blog/Facebook friends.