Breastfeeding // One month in
You can read my early days of breastfeeding post here.
Every week I think to myself “if I just get to the end of this week I’ll be happy”, and at the end of that week I give myself a big pat on the back and a large slice of cake.
It’s not been easy; he is eating a lot. And I mean a lot. He seems to be permanently attached to my breast…!
Luckily the cracked, bleeding have stopped now, and latching on doesn’t hurt anymore. I had a blocked duct a week ago, which was insanely painful, but a hot bath followed by a long feeding session seemed to unblock it.
We had a weigh in with the Midwife at three weeks, and after a slow (but steady) increase over the first two weeks, Indy’s weight shot up from 8lb 1oz to 8lb 11.5oz in a week!!! This means that, not only had Indy hit his birth weight (and some more) of 8lb 7oz, we were also discharged from the Midwife.
I am so so proud of myself. It may seem like a very silly thing to say, but after the struggle I had breastfeeding Busby, and how distraught I was when it didn’t work out, I feel overjoyed to know that Indy is putting on weight, and that I’m the one supplying him with that milk to keep him growing.
He tends to cluster feed for a good few hours in the evening, and we’ve had to start supplementing him with a bottle because after three-four hours, my boobs are running on empty and are pancake-flat! However, this gives Nick the opportunity to have some bonding time with him, and allows me to lie in the bath for half an hour, before he decides he wants me again! The bath seems to be a magical breast milk regeneration location – I think the hot water helps…
I do wonder what my boobs are going to look like at the end of all this… and whether I’ll have to powder my cleavage shadow in a la Keira Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean. Although, at the rate that he’s eating, all that will be left of me is a pile of bones with two nipples.