We used the breast pump yesterday and it worked great. Remy isn’t having any trouble transitioning from breast to bottle and back. Also, it’s interesting to get a more accurate view of how much the little guy is putting away. Well, I still have no idea how much he’s getting from the innumerable non-bottle feeds (who’s counting when he’s obviously getting plenty?), but I did pump almost 10 fl oz yesterday and he knocked all that off with no trouble at all. In fact, I had an extra bottle of 2.5 fl oz to hopefully take the place of one of the night-time feeds while I slept, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for the big guy. Gary woke me around, I don’t know, 2- or 3-ish to let me know he was still hungry after drinking the bottle. Oh well. We’ll get this right eventually. I will say I like being able to pump for the bigger feeds because it takes a lot less time to do that than it does for him to suckle at the breast for 30+ minutes. Hooray for automating natural processes.
In other news, I ran again today. Only 2.4 miles and it was super slow, even without the jogger stroller. On the bright side, the hives reaction was very mild this time. I guess I’ll need to stick with 10+ minute miles for now. This is fine. I don’t mind being slow so long as I feel like I’m making progress. Running at all is progress.
As for handling motherhood, I’m beginning to see how I might be able to swing this, with Gary’s continued big time help, and start becoming financially productive again. Not an easy feat, but do-able. A week ago, I didn’t see how it was possible beyond the kernel of faith that things would work out with time and experience. The training grounds of motherhood are interesting. Rewarding, for sure, but interesting. For those other new Mom readers, here’s some stories I found of things not to do that are pretty funny. I like the one about the resourceful husband left to his own devices when the diapers ran out. Enjoy!
Until next time…
Yes – running is running and you are making progress. That’s great!
I checked out the link – had to laugh at the gas mask + diaper changing story. Yeah, I can imagine that its absolutely awful. Somehow, I don’t think that a kitty litter box compares. 