This is what happens every time Nana comes to visit. It’s the only time Ellie gets to wear her nice clothes and accessories.
And this is what happens as soon as she leaves. I just can’t keep up with all this foo-foo girliness. Poor baby girl!
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I have issues,…milk issues. These issues run so deep I don’t even know the root of them. All I know is that I have to breastfeed. Perhaps I fear that it is all I have to offer that is natural, or that this may be the strongest bond I’ll ever have with my new baby, or maybe I put all of my fear of failure into this. I don’t know. I can’t even begin to comprehend it, so I don’t even try. I just embrace it.
I had some issues with production with Cole. At least I think I did. I am starting to rethink all of that this time around. Perhaps I was a little uptight back then, with Baby #1. I actually used to take a medication called Motillium that I had to go into Mexico for. It was expensive too. More expensive than formula feeding in fact.
This time around, I am a breastfeeding champ. That’s right. I said it. My milk produciton is in overdrive. In fact, Ellie is growing about 51 grams a day as compared to the average 30! Yes,…at her 1 week check up she was where the pediatrician might have expected her to be the following week. He said my milk was gold.
But I work hard, very hard to keep it that way. I have yet to give Ellie a bottle. And when I am not breastfeeding, you may or may not find me pumping. And I don’t pump with the intention of ever feeding it to her, I pump to stay ahead of the game. I have this fear of my milk production not being able to keep up with my growing baby. So I pump every chance I get. And if you ring my doorbell, you may or may not find me in this condition:
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You may not want to stop by unexpectedly for a few months:)