This morning when Elliot went back to sleep at 6AM I was very full, bordering on engorgement. So I pumped. I don’t know what possessed me, either insane curiosity, a need to get my frozen milk supplies up, or just being stupid from the lack of sleep, but I pumped 5 fl.oz., effectively draining both breasts. Big mistake. Elliot slept for a couple of hours and then ate. I thought I had satisfied him, but as soon as we got to the doctor’s office he started wondering where I put his leftovers. The staff were kind and patient as I tried to nurse him. Eventually he got enough to knock him out for a bit and the nurses took him so I could talk to the doctor.
“Have you tried swaddling him?”
“He doesn’t like it. He kicks out.”
“Have you tried the wraps with Velcro?”
“No, he doesn’t like being swaddled.”
“Have you heard of The Happiest Baby on the Block?”
“…”
And so forth…
When I got home I fed Elliot back and forth for almost two hours while I waited on Logan to get home (which took extra long because Aunt Linzy stranded herself and needed a ride). Eventually, Elliot fell asleep (and so did I). When Logan got home, he fed him a bottle and Elliot actually took a couple of ounces! Now we are relaxing after watching Doctor Who while Logan makes pasta for dinner.
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