Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Last night the Boy-Wonder slept through the night. I'm still in a bit of shock over the whole situation. I mean, he'll be just five weeks old tomorrow and breastfed so I wasn't expecting him to sleep through the night for months. (I know, I know... I'm not that naive to think that this will be a regular occurrence. I'm just glad he did it once. Twice would be pure bliss!)
(The Girl Child slept through the night by five weeks, but she was bottle-fed with formula. Formula fed babies go longer between feedings. Bless their wee little tummies.)
Anyway, he was on a feeding fest yesterday, eating about every two hours. By the evening he was eating pretty much non stop, every hour or so. So when I fed him at 1030, I was hoping he would sleep for at least 3, hopefully 4 hours. I was worn out.
It was a round 2 when I woke up to hear him grunting away. (The Music Man has begun calling him Grunty McGrunterson because he is seriously the gruntiest little man ever. Grunts when he sleeps. Grunts when he eats. Grunts when his sister bugs him. Grunts when he needs to burp. Grunts when he poops. You get the idea.)
I got up, went to the bathroom, and got my pillows ready. I leaned over the bassinet only to find him completely sound asleep. Ugh! That meant that I would lay down only to doze off before he woke me. Only this time, I woke myself up a half hour later wondering why in the world is he not awake!? I checked on him and sure enough--sound asleep. By this time though I was ready to feed him and starting to get uncomfortable. I got him up and brought him to bed and tried with all my might to wake him and feed him. Yeah, he wanted no part of that.
So I decided to just keep him in bed with me so that when he did wake up in an hour I wouldn't have to get up again. (By this point in the night I had been up for about an hour, so I was ready to sleep.) We settled in. (Blah, blah, blah--I know that you're not supposed to sleep with your baby, but you know what? I don't care--he actually sleeps when we do and you know what that means--I get to sleep!) The next thing I know it's 6am. The boy slept for eight hours without eating. (OWWWWW!!!)
I was never so glad to offer my boob to the little man! He ate and ate and pooped and ate and ate and pooped some more. Then went right back to sleep. It is three hours later and he is still sleeping.
You would think that I would feel so much better for having got a semi-uninterrupted night's sleep, but I don't. I feel the same as when he has me up for hours and hours. Funny. I'm going to get a shower while the gettin's good and try with all my motherly might to feed the boy non-stop again today. Yeah, maybe we could have a double miracle tonight!
So congratulations, Boy-Wonder! I'm so proud of you! I'm sure your dad is pleased with your lack of grunting and pooping last night!
Sorry for any typos or unsensicle sentence structure (or made up words like unsensicle). I'm not taking the time to proof read. A hot shower is calling my name as is a cup of freshly brewed coffee. I thought about working out before the shower. I did. I thought about it for 3.5 seconds. Then decided that I don't want to. I'll just burn calories by nursing. It's this lazymom's way to loose weight.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
- Your boobs explode to an incredibly enormous size.
- You can't find a comfortable bra that doesn't give you a uni-boob.
- Your bras now cost a whopping $60 a pop!
- Your boobs suddenly tingle whenever you hear a baby, whether it is yours or not.
- You can't abide hugs.
- Your boobs drip when you put lotion on your legs after your shower.
- You have to wear a bra to bed.
- You have to wear a bra AT. ALL. TIMES.
- Your boobs are twice the size of your rapidly growing baby's head.
- Your can't wear normal shirts without thinking about how you're going to be able to "whip it out."
- Your butt is numb 75% of the day due to sitting on it ALL. THE. TIME.
- You watch far too much television.
- You have a babe attached to you 20 hours a day.
- You don't want anyone, especially your husband, touching them or even thinking about them.
- You are the only one who can feed the baby every 1-3 hours, day and night.
I'm discovering, much to my shock, that while nursing is working for us, I really don't like doing it for all the reasons stated above and more. I know it's the best thing for our family, but it doesn't change the fact that I really don't like it.
I'm sorry nursing nazis. I know you all think that there is this incredible bond that occurs while you nurse and that it supposedly can't happen if you bottle-feed, but I can honestly say I feel no more bonded to my son for nursing him than I did with my bottle-fed daughter.
I'm not going to stop. It really is what I want to do. I just have to get my body accustomed to it. (I HATE these ginormous boobs!!! That's the WORST part for me! Hate 'em. Hate 'em. Hate 'em.)
I'm also hoping that in a few weeks I will be more used to this change in my daily routine. I'm a sucker for routine and order. I have a routine to my days that works so well. Nursing throws routine and order out the window. At least it has so far. I'm sure we'll get it all figured out, but until then, I just keep telling myself, "It's the best thing...It's the best thing...It's the best thing..."