The birth story is too daunting at this point.
This parenting gig is exhausting. My baby is a tad confused – sleepy angel by day, grunty scared-of-the-dark vampire by night. I totally blame the NICU.
S.O.S. – I’m so tired.
He never cries, but he loves to stay awake all night and cluster feed. Hence, my boobs are falling off, but for good reason. We had a home-health nurse make a visit to check on the baby’s weight and such. She wanted to make sure he was back to his birth weight at the two-week point.
Ahem. At 12 days old, he weighed in at 7 lbs, 14 ounces. So I guess you could say he gained enough to get back to his 6 pound, 11 ounce birth weight and THEN SOME.
GO (SORE) BOOBIES!
Oh, he’s awake. Gotta run.
As Britney would sing,
I’m a SLAAAAAAAVE to the boob…I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
Iâ€™m a SLAAAAAAAVE to the boob…I wonâ€™t deny it; Iâ€™m not trying to hide it…