Here and there
My baby isn't looking so newborn-y these days. Things are going well and I feel like I'm getting into the swing of two kids, but I'm a little perturbed over how fast it's going. He's already a month old! After a month, I think I've finally decided on a blog nickname for him. I shot own MB's first suggestion and he shot down mine, and then he suggested Eli, a name I'd pitched and been denied for both kids. I always thought having an Elliott would be nice, with Eli for a nickname, so I think that's what he'll be when I write about him here. Baby E!
We went back to see the lactation consultant again the day after my last post. It had been a really hard week prior to that, and I was not feeling good about how things were going. The time I was spending pumping and washing bottles was not balancing out well against the time I was spending holding the baby and taking care of Nico. I was tired, stressed out, and fairly miserable. The lactation consultant, awesomely, sat me down and the first words out of her mouth were, "Tell me what you want to do." There was no pressure, no hard sell. I did almost tear up and start crying (haaaaaate) but managed to hold my shit together and tell her that as much as I'd love to say I'm all in like I was with Nico, the 8 - 12 times a day pumping plan was not working for me. She assured me that doing whatever I could handle was the best plan. I went home with a new plan - pump at least six times a day, nurse on demand, see what happens. I had already started supplementing him with formula, and as much as it's not what I hoped for it's also not that big a deal so far. I dreaded it, but then when I gave him the first bottle of formula, it just wasn't as big a blow as I expected. I think it helped that it happened while we had friends over to celebrate my birthday and I didn't have time to get all emo about it. For now we're nursing as much as we can, I'm trying to get six pumpings per day, and we're rolling along. Elliott is up to 10 pounds 13 ounces, so I figure it's working for him.
I always wished I did a series of stuffed-animal-for-scale monthly pics with Nico, so I'm going to try to stay on top of doing it for Eli.
not a Moby fan
thinks maybe this isn't so bad
I said, "Hold up your basket!" So he did.
Apparently party + blood draw was way too much excitement for one day.