Feeding, people. Feeding.
We’re G rated, Sesame Street only, now what with the little man in the house.
Anyhow, let me just say that my boobs have NEVER seen so much action or received so much attention. I’m pretty sure they’re going to feel neglected once this little growth spurt is over.
Oh, right. Let me explain what little i actually know about infants (read: nothing). Apparently we’re starting our two week growth spurt.
Timely, really, since today is Kellan’s official two week old “birthday.”
(I can’t believe two weeks have already passed)
We have another pediatrician appointment tomorrow where we’ll find out if he’s gaining back the weight he lost and if his jaundice is improving. I’m pretty sure both are happening but it feels good to make it official.
Anyhow, back to the growing. Kellan has been eating every hour…sometimes less…around the clock…for the past day or so.
“They” call it cluster feeding and OMG. My boobs and my psyche feel it. This mommy got zero sleep last night and to top it all off, Kellan is becoming a pro at peeing during a diaper change.
This little stunt always requires a complete change of clothes and results in a very unhappy baby. We try to tell him to get his business done inside the diaper but alas…he doesn’t seem to want to listen.
Maybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s the cold air.
Either way, my boobs feel loved and my brain is overly tired.
Also? Tim is going back to work for part of the week next week and I already know I’m going to miss his 3am diaper changing duties.
PS: The birth story is coming. I swear.