Well I officially feel like a cow.I never before would have thought I would compare myself to a cow, a friend of mine yes but not me.
I have been demand feeding, but hell this boy demands a lot. The whole breast feeding experience has been great thus far. It has been a really good way to bond with Graeme, but don’t get me wrong it wasn’t the heavens opening, lights pouring down feeling for the first week and a half. It was f-ing painful, to the point of tears. It still is a bit tender.
On Tuesday I thought I would have to throw in the towel as he was still at his discharge weight. When he was born he weighed 3.69kgs, then he lost the standard 10% and went down to 3.4kgs. At the clinic on Monday he weighed 3.44kgs, so it is not quite enough weight gain. The Sister wanted to see us again on Thursday (being today). Random thoughts started running through my head that I can not breast feed, may be I am not feeding him properly and breast pumps are painful. So we took him in again, stripped him down and he weighed in at 3.6kgs (luckily he did no spring a leak this time). Yay, so I am turning out to be a half decent cow.
The bonding while feeding has really kicked in now, the one down side to breast feeding is that Bearn can not be involved.
One little thing to make a note of now is that his eye lashes have started to tickle my arm during a feed if he is awake.