That was me this morning after a harrowing night of endless feedings and diaper changes. From about midnight to 8am, there were easily 7 diaper changes and at least 5 feedings. As soon as I was done with one round and laid my tired head down for 5-10 minutes, we started all over again. If it weren’t for Gary holding and bouncing Remy from 2am-3am and the blissful 6am-7am nap, my entire night would have been totally sleepless. It was 8am before Remy finally settled down for a little longer sleep, but by then I was awake with the sunrise and completely frazzled and in tears from the experience.
Part of the problem was our foray into using the pre-fold cloth diapers with Bummis Whisper pants as covers as a night time diaper solution. They work and they don’t leak, thank goodness, but the little man pees like he’s trying to put out a forest fire, especially when he’s downing gallons of breast milk throughout the evening. What’s that? Gallons not believable? Keep in mind this little guy was at 8 lbs 13 oz on 9/10 (day 3) and just weighed in at 10 lbs 8 oz today. I don’t know how much milk it takes for a baby to grow an average of 2.25 oz per day, but it’s a lot. At any rate, this means almost constant diaper changes. I had one clean fancy cloth diaper, which lasted all of 15 minutes before he pooped that one into the diaper pail during one of the many feeds. Starting now, we just do disposables through the night. We’re still using cloth during the day, though.
So I do what any reasonable triathlete does when she’s feeling down and frustrated. I go for a run. I don’t care that it’s only been two weeks since giving birth. I don’t care what anyone says. If I’m upset, I need to workout, and a stroll through the neighborhood isn’t going to cut it. I expected the run to hurt and be difficult after not running for a couple months, but I was pleasantly surprised. I only went 1.75 miles, but I could have gone longer. I didn’t want to push my luck and end up unable to run at all for even longer. At 20 pounds lighter than my final weigh in before birth, all the hills are getting smaller. Thank goodness. I averaged just under 9 minute miles. Can you believe it? Maybe I’ll run again tomorrow with the tyke in the jogger stroller.