George is doing well. Really well. Better than I had expected.
|At about 2 weeks...still maintaining a fetal position.|
After that, I calmed down. Many thanks to StephC who reminded me of KellyMom and told me they had a breastfeeding log. It was there I re-read the article on weaning from supplements, which gave me the info I was trying, unsuccessfully, to get from the lactation consultant at the hospital.
We settled into 12 oz per day for three days, then went down to 11. All was well. I tried moving down to 9 oz, but I had to extend the time there, because it was too much, too soon. We're now down to 8 oz, given in 3 bottles throughout the day. Tomorrow, I hope to go down to 7 oz. Once I get to 6 oz, I think I can move faster, but I'm not in a hurry.
There are advantages to giving a baby an occasional bottle. Now that Fritz has finished giving him his midday 2 oz supplement, my hands are no longer empty, and I'm pecking along with just one!
I never did get that one month appointment for him, but the sling scale tells me he's over 8 lbs now. He still has scrawny legs and arms because he's gotten longer, too, but he's definitely thickening up and the newborn shirts are looking rather trim on him.
|The smile my husband was trying to catch.|
|How many more times will this man flash that light in my eyes?|
|No more smiles. Just annoyance.|
All things considered, this has been a good month, despite all the stress. Yes, there have been a few meltdowns, but nothing long-lasting or excessive. It's possible that my old age is making me a kinder, gentler, more patient mother. Or, more likely, it has just been God's grace and the plentiful, supportive prayers of the many people in my life, including my blog/Facebook friends.