Another working title for this post was "The Dairy Queens."
Anyways, thanks to everyone for all of their suggestions regarding milk production. Jen, Jenn, Liz, Amie, Courtney, Sarah O...THANK YOU! I am drinking my hoppy beer right now (it's insanely hoppy)...I'm (attempting to get) more rest, eat better, drink more fluids, drink my breast tea (on order), and eat my oatmeal every morning. So far we are up to 4 oz per pump (total, not per side) but our little chow puppy is guzzling up to 4 oz per feed. What 22-day baby is eating 4 oz at a feeding? He's topping the charts at 9lbs, 1oz, and has already outgrown one outfit AND the newborn-sized diapers. Next thing we know he'll be bringing girls home. I love it, though (the fat, not the anticipation of girl friends). I love every little fat roll, cheek width, and all three of his chins. So adorable.
Grandma Karen has already devised an exercise program for Scotty that we like to call "Baby Calistethics." It's about the cutest thing you've ever seen. As soon as I figure out how to post videos online, I'll post it. She even finishes the set with some baby cheerleading moves. Rah-rah, si-boom-bah. I kid you not.
I've been trying to write a blog entry in my head for the last several days about the joys (and trials) of motherhood, but havent' had the time for a long post. All I can say is that while I ADORE my child, I feel like a very large, whiny dairy cow. It's strange when your whole existence is reduced to feeding (literally) another human being's existence. And, for good measure, every time I have called either Jen or Amie, the conversation always starts the same way:
Amie/Jen: "Hello?"
Kim: "Hi! It's me. What are you doing?"
Amie/Jen: "Feeding Teo/Rowan. What are you doing?"
Kim: "Waiting for Scotty to wake up."
::three minutes later, Scotty wakes up, conversation ends. Feeding begins. Again.::
So, at least we can all be dairy cows together. Very busy dairy cows.
And I do need to give a shout out to Sherri, who has taken this opportunity to use pithy and witty ways of discussing my lactating situation, with my favorite being an email she signed off, "Breast friends forever...Sherri." That had me rolling.
Well, I'd love to write more, but that time has come...must...go...pump.
Anyways, thanks to everyone for all of their suggestions regarding milk production. Jen, Jenn, Liz, Amie, Courtney, Sarah O...THANK YOU! I am drinking my hoppy beer right now (it's insanely hoppy)...I'm (attempting to get) more rest, eat better, drink more fluids, drink my breast tea (on order), and eat my oatmeal every morning. So far we are up to 4 oz per pump (total, not per side) but our little chow puppy is guzzling up to 4 oz per feed. What 22-day baby is eating 4 oz at a feeding? He's topping the charts at 9lbs, 1oz, and has already outgrown one outfit AND the newborn-sized diapers. Next thing we know he'll be bringing girls home. I love it, though (the fat, not the anticipation of girl friends). I love every little fat roll, cheek width, and all three of his chins. So adorable.
Grandma Karen has already devised an exercise program for Scotty that we like to call "Baby Calistethics." It's about the cutest thing you've ever seen. As soon as I figure out how to post videos online, I'll post it. She even finishes the set with some baby cheerleading moves. Rah-rah, si-boom-bah. I kid you not.
I've been trying to write a blog entry in my head for the last several days about the joys (and trials) of motherhood, but havent' had the time for a long post. All I can say is that while I ADORE my child, I feel like a very large, whiny dairy cow. It's strange when your whole existence is reduced to feeding (literally) another human being's existence. And, for good measure, every time I have called either Jen or Amie, the conversation always starts the same way:
Amie/Jen: "Hello?"
Kim: "Hi! It's me. What are you doing?"
Amie/Jen: "Feeding Teo/Rowan. What are you doing?"
Kim: "Waiting for Scotty to wake up."
::three minutes later, Scotty wakes up, conversation ends. Feeding begins. Again.::
So, at least we can all be dairy cows together. Very busy dairy cows.
And I do need to give a shout out to Sherri, who has taken this opportunity to use pithy and witty ways of discussing my lactating situation, with my favorite being an email she signed off, "Breast friends forever...Sherri." That had me rolling.
Well, I'd love to write more, but that time has come...must...go...pump.
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