Sorry for the combo post, but the past two weeks have been all about the boobs. All about the boobs. Orion and I spend at least a third of the day nursing, and sometimes more. It’s a full time job, and some days we go into overtime with no extra pay.
First let me say how unbelievably grateful I am that for the past two weeks I have been able to breastfeed full time. No pumping. No finger feeding. Just breastfeeding. I did it! We did it! With the support of Steve, Moanna, family and friends, Orion and I were able to push through the many challenges we faced in the first three weeks so that we could make breastfeeding work. GOOALLLLL! So proud.
Now, can I just say that I feel like one of those 24 hour buffets in Vegas and Orion lost all of his money at the poker table so now he’s trying to earn it back by eating nonstop. All day and all night the kid is at the buffet. I don’t even bother trying to keep up with how many times a day he nurses. It’s close to a million times a day. And each nursing session takes no less than half an hour, and more often than not, it’s an hour or more. At night, he sleeps attached to me. Some nights the only time I have to wake up is when we need to switch sides. Other nights, it feels like I’m awake every half hour because he’s grunting and having a temper fit while eating. Why? I have no clue. If you know, please shed some light because I’m getting less sleep than I did the first few weeks of his life.
It has become more of a challenge to get things done now that we are nursing. Not only does Orion take an eternity to eat, but he freaks out if I lay him down. When he was finger feeding, I could somewhat easily transfer him to the couch or what not so that I could get up and play with Moanna or clean something or eat something or shower or rest. I haven’t napped since we started nursing because if I can get him to sleep without touching me I jump up (sorta) to accomplish something before he realizes I’m gone. I’m trying to learn how to do things in the Moby or one handed, but I’m not too skilled in that department yet. I’ve started letting him cry (it’s so sad) for a bit while I rush to get something done. Today I finally found a position I can nurse in and still have both hands free to type. I’m wearing quite thin. I’m under fed, under rested and my back, neck, shoulders and arms are killing me because of being stuck in breastfeeding positions all day and not being able to sleep by myself at night. I totally get why people hire help (house keepers, nannies, nurses, high school and college kids to do odd things around the house) after their babies are born. I used to judge people a little bit for having hired help when they stayed at home. Why can’t you take care of your family when you don’t even have to go to work every day? Now, I’m like sign me up! Where can I get me one of those? Someone to cook, clean the kitchen, do laundry, run my errands and hold my baby for a few hours so I can sleep, shower and do something productive and I’d be in business.
In other news…the kids and I have survived three trips to the grocery store and a trip to the post office (my least favorite errand ever). We have had two family days and a few other outings. I have picked up Moanna a few times in the past week, and oh my goodness she feels like a ton of bricks after holding Orion day in and day out. Moanna and I have also been able to cook together a couple of times and play together a bit. Orion is growing; we can see him changing every day. He copies us when we stick out our tongues, and he spends time every day working his arms and legs.
Oh, and my favorite… Orion, Moanna and I took a shower-bath together and he LOVED it. Since his first bath the day after he was born, I’ve been giving him sponge baths because I feared him freaking out. Well the other day, Moanna and I were taking a shower while Orion was hanging out on a blanket on the bathroom floor. He got angry out there by himself, so I stipped him down and brought him in with us. He was instantly happy. I stood under the shower with him for a while and then we sat down in the bath and I made a little lounge chair for him out of my legs in the water. Moanna and I washed him off and played with him for a bit. It was a lot of fun. When we were done, I wrapped him up in a towel and held him against me for a long time. He was totally silent and still. Then I laid him down wrapped up in the towel and he fell asleep for awhile. His love for the warm water and sunshine proves that he is one of us. I can’t wait to see how he feels about sand!
I can’t believe this kid is a month old!…