By the way, I now know why all the books and classes and everything are so encouraging to breast feeding: because otherwise all women would give up in about two days. I'll leave out the graphic details, but I will state that the only time I had to take narcotic medications, after a C-SECTION(!), was because I had back and chest wall spasms from the pain of nursing (I wussed out and took a total of four pills. I really wanted bragging rights). CMB also had a lot of trouble getting the hang of it at first. We got to make a fun four trips to the pediatrician his first two weeks because he was having so much trouble gaining his weight back. We eventually came up with a pretty good system of nursing, pumping, and some formula to fatten him up (gingerbread house not included). Well, it worked. Little buddy chubbed up like a tourist on an all-you-can eat cruise. In the span of about two days he went from looking a little Gollum-ish to being almost too big for his newborn clothes and diapers.
A few other goings-on:
Darren's birthday was last week, and the two of us polished off an entire 16" cookie cake in 4 days. Nice.
My mom stayed with us the first two weeks. We had a lot of fun taking walks with the baby and watching too much tv.
I had to take my annual in-training exam last week. It was really odd going back to work for a day in the middle of my leave, but it went well. I don't really care about the results since I have to take my residency boards (aka final exam) in July. I'll study like crazy for that one.
Mastitis sucks (see paragraph 2)
Time for pics!
The bouncer that doesn't put him to sleep!
My favorite pajamas
When he was still really really small.
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