Levedy

All Trains Departing for Hershey, Penn.

11 Days.

Wow.

On day 10, I took him to the doctor, just to make sure everything was fine. It is, but the poor fellow had to endure a rectal thermometer check. It wasn't to take his temperature, it was to see if, well, if there was a train expected to arrive at the station any time soon.

The doctor sent us home, telling me that the thermometer likely would cause Something to happen either that day or the next. And it did. And did. And did.

The doctor told me that he was most likely going through a growth spurt, which is good, because his weight puts him in the tenth percentile, and weight gain is a good thing. However, apparently my milk production hadn't kept pace, so he was using every calorie he could get from me. She told me to give it a month, and we'll see where his weight is at his next check up.

I'm relieved, but still a little anxious. One side of my head says that things are fine, that Bean was small too, and she doesn't have a tail. The other side of my head says that I'm failing as a nurser, and that my milk not nutritious enough for him, and remember that stash of hospital formula in the medicine cabinet? It would be sooooo easy to reach for it.

I'm thinking about emailing my lactiation consultant for a pep talk, since a crisis of confidence about breastfeeding is not a good thing for a fragile mom's ego.

But in the meantime, I'm glad to be mopping up baby poo, even if it is 11 days overdue.

Posted by Jen at June 16, 2008 3:30 PM