I knew our weight checks last time were somewhat of an anomaly, but today, at her appointment, AH made it back to her birth weight, something Robster struggled to do for his first month of life. We don't have to go back to the doctor for four weeks!
Oh the things that second time parenthood teaches you.
That it's totally ok if your baby is losing more than 10% of her weight in the hospital and is starting to get jaundice to pull out the formula to supplement. That it's totally ok to make your best effort at breastfeeding, and to do everything you can, but if the milk isn't there, it isn't there. That a starving baby isn't the way to go?
That having written a blog back in September 2011 called "baborexic" is just sad. And to have felt the guilt associated with it? Also sad.
That you are totally on TOP of it this time. On top of avoiding PPD. On top of speaking up against the evil pump because you know what it does to your psyche. On top of taking the naps when the baby naps, and on top of even COOKING DINNER tonight.
I'm impressed with me.
We can do this. Together, Shawn and I can do this.
AH, 5 days:
Robster, 3 weeks:
