Today, Weston is two months old. I can't believe that so much time has already flewn by, but I guess it has. By now Rolland and I have changed hundreds of diapers, heard hours of screaming, and I have washed hundreds of bottles...and pumped hundreds of ounces of breastmilk...seriously. While he is doing great, he never did learn to breastfeed, so I am still diligently pumping (and drinking more fluids than ever to try to keep up supply). Now that I'm back to work, Weston is going to school (daycare), and he is the most loved-on baby there because he's still the littlest one. Everyday he comes home with a sheet that tells me what went on for the day and when his naps and feedings were...if they gave him gas drops, or smeared on diaper cream. What I'm really most concerned about is: was he fussy or not? And the answer is always the same, "no, he was perfect"...sure, he's perfect at school and comes home and screams at us...little stinker. The coliky belly fussing is getting better, but Weston and Rolland usually still have to spend some time "bouncing" together in the evening before bed (Rolland swears bouncing him up and down in his lap helps his gassy belly pain...fine with me).
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| Weston making a silly face |
Our typical day consists of me waking up at about 5 or 6 a.m., if Weston is awake I feed him, if not, I have to pump, then I try to get in the shower...if Rolland is up and home he might get Weston fed and dressed for the day in the clothes that I laid out the night before. Then after I'm dressed and ready, I pack up all our crap: bottles from overnight, pumped milk, shoes for the day, and of course -my trusty pump, swoop up the baby and head downstairs. I put Weston in his swing for a few minutes to watch his mobile (he can stare at it for hours I think). Then I start packing our bags...one for his bottles for school that I filled the night before, the diaper bag, my pump bag, and my work bag and I line them up at the door. Somewhere in there I make myself an awesome cup of coffee with our Keurig coffee maker (seriously...the best thing ever - how else can you make a fresh cup of coffee with one hand?), hopefully eat breakfast, put Weston in his carseat and head out the door. I drop Weston off at school most days and usually pick him up -this month my schedule is pretty easy and allows for that kind of thing. Once we're home again I feed and change the little guy while we're waiting on Rolland to get home. Hopefully cook dinner, or at least reheat leftovers and then Rolland and I have a nice dinner together
at the dinner table (amazing how much I enjoy this now instead of eating in front of the TV like we used to). Then it's baby bath time (every other day or so) and time to get PJs on. Weston usually takes his last feeding around 9 p.m. and goes to bed afterward. Then I pack his bottles for the next day, make sure all the dirty bottles are washed, and head up to bed. Thankfully, Weston has dropped at least one feeding and doesn't wake up until 2 or 3 in the morning. I wake up to his little grunting and try to heat up a bottle before he goes into a full-on fit...sometimes I make it just in time to see him working a hand or two out of the Swaddle me wrap. The other day he was giving me the Little Rascals wave under his chin. I feed him, change him and put him back to bed in hopes that he'll sleep three more hours while up pump, sleep and start the day all over again. I'm exhausted, but life is good...now I have to try to get back in Resident mode and make myself study and try to organize my life so I can do important things like pay bills, reply to important emails, apply for my full medical license...you know - the everyday stuff that I still haven't found time for yet. Oh, and love on my wonderful husband who probably gets neglected the most because sometimes we lay down at night and we're like, "so, how was your day?"...yikes, did we really not get to talk to each other yet today? Anyhow, we're making it work and I'm pretty excited to see how the next few months and years play out.
Today, Weston is two months old. I can't believe that so much time has already flewn by, but I guess it has. By now Rolland and I have changed hundreds of diapers, heard hours of screaming, and I have washed hundreds of bottles...and pumped hundreds of ounces of breastmilk...seriously. While he is doing great, he never did learn to breastfeed, so I am still diligently pumping (and drinking more fluids than ever to try to keep up supply). Now that I'm back to work, Weston is going to school (daycare), and he is the most loved-on baby there because he's still the littlest one. Everyday he comes home with a sheet that tells me what went on for the day and when his naps and feedings were...if they gave him gas drops, or smeared on diaper cream. What I'm really most concerned about is: was he fussy or not? And the answer is always the same, "no, he was perfect"...sure, he's perfect at school and comes home and screams at us...little stinker. The coliky belly fussing is getting better, but Weston and Rolland usually still have to spend some time "bouncing" together in the evening before bed (Rolland swears bouncing him up and down in his lap helps his gassy belly pain...fine with me). 
I could never get Jason to latch on but I pumped for about 4 months and had milk in the freezer for a few months after that.
ReplyDeleteThe good news is (if you plan on more), Tristan and Tanner were a breeze to nurse.