She couldn't possibly eat another bite.
In case you were wondering, I haven’t really done much other than obsess over my baby’s medically non-worrisome lack of weight gain since I last posted here.
After a trip to the pediatrician today, I’m happy to report that M&M gained ONE FULL POUND AND ONE FULL OUNCE this week. That’s right. Shes’s 7 lbs. 1 once, suckas.
See ya later, preemie diapers!!!
Molly Mae would like to thank God and the B-Cups, with whom all things are possible.
FYI — My left boob makes 3 ounces of milk for every one ounce that my right boob makes. Why is that?
We decided to abandon the advice of breast-feeding sticklers, who suggest that if you introduce pacifiers or bottles before six months, you’ve pretty much ruined your child’s life forever.
We are utilizing the dairy cow system (in other words, I am pumping) and THEN feeding with a bottle every other feeding, which requires a bit more maintenance, but it makes for a much fatter baby and a much happier mama.
Molly had not been working in harmony with my body parts. She is clicking when she eats. It is awful.
Did you know that it’s much harder to get food out of a boob then a bottle? And that babies sometimes get lazy and refuse the boob once they’ve experienced the sweet ease of a rubber nipple?
Molly is still “latching,” for those who have desperately Googled lactation advice as I have recently. I’m not sure how long that will last. We need to work on the clicking.
I hate the word “supply.”
Also, I am so thankful for the people who have visited and brought me food that I think I might cry about it. But I will not click!!
Finally, I REFUSE to believe that it is Dec. 15.
Seth is still working on the house. You can't find a crevice in Bangs that's not shoved full of receiving blankets or pacifiers or wash cloths or onsies. It's like a Babies R Us exploded up in here.
You still haven’t told me what you’ve been up to.
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