I know I’ve been neglecting you dearly my blogger friends.
Every day, I wake up with the best of intentions and then the day just gets away from me. These first few months, time feels like sand slipping through my fingers. It’s going by way too fast.
So here are all the things happening in my life.
He started Pre-K earlier this month. It’s been a challenging adjustment for us all. He’s been doing remarkably well and seems to be enjoying himself. However, he has recently hit a brick wall of exhaustion from the cumulative loss of sleep due to his new school schedule, and when he’s home we’re all suffering from it. He’s become a real pill. These are the days where in my mind I’m saying: “I love you but I really don’t like you right now,” and desperarely want to follow up bedtime with: “one alcohol please!”
Reflux, Breastfeeding & Weight gain
I won’t lie. There have been many tears involved with this one. Last time I updated you guys we were dealing with some weight gain issues which we assumed were due to his reflux. Turns out, it may not have been the reason after all. Zantac seemed to help for a while but he still wasn’t gaining weight and having a couple days here and there with bad spitting. So we changed him to Prevacid. That did the trick and calmed his spit-up. After three consecutive days with zero spit-up, I was so excited to weigh him, expecting a stellar weight gain. Instead, I was severely disappointed (and worried) to see he has only gained 2 oz in 10 days. I started to suspect the problem was with breastfeeding. I called my lactation consultant and she talked me through a game plan to see if we could pinpoint the exact issue. First, she had me pump for a full day to make sure it wasn’t a supply issue. 24oz later, though I’m no cow, my supply is fine. Next, we weighed him after the full day of bottle-feeding. Nice weight jump, which rules out milk quality issues. Phew! Next we weaned him from the nipple shield and started to do weighted feeds. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. The problem is a milk-transfer issue. The milk is there but for some reason, Theo can’t access enough of it. After attempting to trouble shoot with two different LCs, I was referred to a speech therapist at my local hospital to do a feeding evaluation. I can’t even begin to tell you how I had pinned my hopes and dreams on this appointment being able to “fix” our problem. Unfortunately/Fortunately, Theo aced that exam. His mouth looks great (no ties) and his suck/swallow pattern is fine. But, he clearly gets frustrated at the breast because he wants more milk and can’t get it. He’s expending too many calories nursing and not taking in enough. We leave that appointment with a recommendation to stop nursing and to bottle feed. That made for a heartbroken mama, who fought tooth and nail for breastfeeding to work so that I wouldn’t end up exactly where I am now, chained to a pump like a dairy cow.
I’m quickly reaching that point where my sanity and my family is suffering from it and I’m preparing to start dropping pumps soon-ish and move on to formula.
He’s 3 months old today. What?! When did he get so big??? He’s so wonderful. He’s just the happiest, smiliest boy. He’s an amazing sleeper and I’m one blessed and proud mom. Not much else to say about him. He’s worth every ounce of anxiety and fear to have him here.
Outside of family, life has been a bit stressful recently. Finances have become very tight temporarily and that makes things awfully stressful. We’ve made some pretty big decisions as a result, one of which involves moving. But instead of focusing on the bad of leaving the only home I’ve ever known (New York City), I’m focusing on the silver lining (building my dream house).
That’s pretty much it. Hugs to everyone!