The baby was up five times last night. Five times. And each of those times he wanted to eat. A lot. By the time 7am rolled around, my nipples were a foot long and sorer than a stubbed toe.
What happened to once a night? I could handle once a night. I walked around the house this morning for a half hour before realizing my pants were not only on backwards, but inside out. That’s how tired I am.
As I’m writing this, he is laying on the floor, screaming in anger at my lack of milk and sympathy towards the situation. I suppose neither of us is being very mature.
Dear baby, go back to sleep.
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growth spurt??
love his monkey butt
Oh no. Today’s not going to be a good day, is it? Or maybe he’ll sleep most of the time since he was up so much last night? We can hope… :)
Formula. Problem solved. I’m a doctor. Listen to me.
oh nooooooo….so sorry. i hope you fit in a nice long nap today.
…and foot long nipples and a stubbed toe. Perfect description. :)
Yes indeed. Formula. The boy is in the throes of a growth spurt. He needs fuel. I, too, love his little monkey butt!
Doctors don’t know everything.
Oh, AND….sounds like perfectly normal behavior for a perfectly adorable baby with The Most Perfect Monkey Butt Ever.
Neither do mothers
Oh, and it may be perfectly normal behavior but Kate is very tired. She should not have to be a sacrificial cow for her baby.
Maybe she just needs some encouragement to stay the course, its obviously what she wants to do. Some days are better than others. Slowly, but surely it will change to more and more good days and less and less bad days.
I think he just wants a chocolate chip cookie.
She’s already using formula. She’s reluctant to tell you that because of the diehard leleche moms that abound everywhere and make other moms feel inadequate
Oh my! Actually I’m not all that reluctant to say something–I was just busy canning applesauce and salsa all day.
It’s true, I did give him half an ounce of formula this morning so that he would calm down and nurse. Lately he’s been eaing for up to an hour! Crazy kid. Hopefully it will make my milk supply catch up again. That all nighter was not my favorite.
I know the feeling of those sleepless nights. I laughed out loud at your pants dilemma this morning. Sleep deprivation is brutal. But keep up the good work and remember that the more he eats, the more you can eat too. That’s the part I always love. It does get easier although you probably can’t think beyond the moment of wishing you were both back in bed. You’re doing a good job!
I think that’s a lion butt. lions and tigers and baers, oh my!
You’re right!
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