After a few days with Mr. O’s aunt, we headed back to our neighborhood to go to Chick’s pediatrician appointment. Though a little fussy because he was hungry, Chick is by all accounts a healthy kiddo. He is gaining weight really well at the rate of an oz a day. I think he may have a wee bit of acid reflux (not uncommon in premies) but nothing that is currently making him uncomfortable or impacting his weight gain.
With that, we went back on the road once more- this time to spend the better part of the week with my dad.
As luck would have it, my dad has decided to spend about 2 months of this summer about 3.5 hours away in a lovely small coastal town. There is ample room for all of us (and all the crap comes with a newborn.) There is also little pressure from my dad to do anything or be anywhere. I think he is grateful for the company, and we are grateful for the hospitality.
Yesterday we ventured outside for a stroll down to the harbor for some fresh air and a lobster roll. Not only was the lobster roll excellent, the scenery was even better. This town is one of my favorites – with a beautiful open park right on the water where you can watch the boats go out and come back in.
After a leisurely hour, we started to pack up and head home, and just in time too because I was getting really tired. I’ve also started to get some lower back pain and cramps which I’m chalking up to all the whacky breastfeeding hormones. My dad was also taking it really slow- he’s over 70 now and has some trouble with his hips. So what would normally be a 10 minute walk dragged out to 20 as he and I both stopped, stretched, and complained about our ailments.
That is the most activity I’ve had since the beginning of June, and boy did I notice. It turns out pregnancy and childbirth have turned me into a 70 year old man.
Mr O is here and taking the week off (which is technically his paternity leave which is in actuality his paid time off because his company doesn’t offer any paid leave.) he has been great about helping with feeding and diaper changes. It’s the feedings that are the hardest. By pure dumb luck, Chick is always hungry when I need to pump. (because of his need for extra calories, I still can’t switch to exclusively breast-feeding.) So I have to feed him first and pump later, leaving my breasts swollen and tender by the time I hook myself up to the good ol’ Medela Pump in Style. So far, Mr. O has taken over when chick’s feeding would push me too far off schedule (I need pump every 3-4 hours.) While I appreciate the help, i’m not quite sure how this will pan out once he goes back to work. Between feeding, pumping, and our pathetic attempts to breastfeed two times a day, I’ll be at the end of my rope quickly. Because this doesn’t even account for diaper changes, tummy time, feeding myself, or sleep. I had a low moment yesterday when I was ready to pack in the pumping/breast-feeding towel because this is really hard to juggle.
The lactation consultant suggested I take Fenugreek to increase my supply. I feel like it is still too early to see if it’s working – though I have noticed my BO smells like herbs now, which is just plain weird. I smell like a damn hippy.
I’ve decided to give it at least another two weeks, and see if the pediatrician will allow for more direct breast-feeding. If this is going to work, I need him to make the transition boob sooner, or call it quits and move on.