I officially feel like a milk cow.
I started pumping three days ago, to get used to the pump, to get Spud on a bottle so he will take one when it is required, so Pea can feed Spud once an evening, for Pea to feel involved and for me to get a break during Spud’s insane cluster feeding evenings.
The first day I pumped about 0.02 of an ounce. Depressing, but it was late afternoon post-feed and my first try.
The second day I pumped 3 ounces, over two sessions. That night Spud slept for five straight hours, possibly because of this added evening bolus?
Yesterday I could only pump 2 ounces. Spud had a rough night, lots of gas grunts and an initial stretch of only two hours instead of his usual four. He’s been fussy and gassy for two days now (wonder week? Dairy allergy? Thrush meds?).
Today I’ve got one ounce pumped but my boobs feel flat and soft earlier in the day than is normal, which bodes badly. I ate some oatmeal for breakfast, which usually does have an effect.
This milk is just to get us into a new routine, and to maybe bump my supply a bit so that I could freeze some for a rainy day (or a night out). It doesn’t matter how much I get right now. But I’m sad it is so little, and I’m sad that now most opportunities I have to be unfettered from Spud, I’m pumping. It will be hard to manage when it is the weekday routine again and I’m on my own.
There is a LOT more going on. More I want to think about and write about. But it feels like my every waking moment is about nursing.
Add to this that I’m on antifungals for thrush and have to wash everything all the time, and time the cream with Spud’s increasingly erratic naps, and this whole thing just got more complicated.
Plus I’m cutting milk and soy out to see if it helps with his late night grunting pain. Fun times.
I’m ok, this too shall pass. My nipples hurt all the time now, and I’m tired, but Spud is thriving and Pea is delighted to have graduated from “No Milk” to “Cold Milk” in Spud’s eyes. I’m glad Spud took a bottle with minimal difficulty. I’m glad my boobs are producing sufficient if not abundant milk. I’m going to fix the thrush and our latch (football-shaped nipple no matter what I do) eventually. I’m going to a lactation cafe tomorrow to ask for help and to maybe meet some other new moms. Baby steps.