The Peanut Chronicles

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Cows? In Berkeley? Mooo....

I feel like a cow. After hearing way too many opinions from Kaiser and getting rather confused about which is the best form of delivering breast milk to the baby, we have decided to go with the doctor’s advice: bottle it. Screw all the lactation consultations and their varying and clashing advice. So ever two hours or so I turn into a cow. “Moo with me.”

I am exhausted. My meds are beginning to take a toll with interactions. I had to do something completely DIGUSTING today to get relief. That’s all I’ll say about that. More then likely I will have to do it again too. Ugh.

Nut is now being fed when he is hungry. Waking the baby to feed him on a schedule has proven way too much for the baby. He screeches for a good 2 hours and refuses food if we do that. Hey, as long as he is eating and gaining weight I am not going to worry.

Claudia came over on Thursday and brought us a bunch of Chinese food for the week. She’s back again today doing baby duty so I can rest. Now that’s a friend. She also has been doing stuff around the house (laundry, cleaning etc) because she knows that I really need to sleep.

Speaking of sleep… I am off for a nap before Nut wakes again and is fussy and before I have to be gross.

2 Comments:

Mary said...: If motherhood doesn't get us in touch with our "grosser" sides, NOTHING will! Oh, sister, I hear ya.

Moo. ;)

Glad to hear peanut is doing well and eating and gaining.

Hope you have a good week and that you remember you're beautiful.
Listen to Natalie Merchant's "Motherland" if you need a music-hug.; 12:39 AM
Nut's mom said...: only you would figure out the "moo with me" reference.; 7:03 PM