Well, it's 2am and it's one of "those" nights. After what seemed a couple of miracle nights, with Quinn doing 3 hour shifts in the Moses basket all night, today something changed. He's been fussy pretty much all afternoon and night, and can't seem to get enough milk. Both baby and mommy are not enjoying things right now, and a new level of frustration has been reached. His previously easily read signals have gone cryptic.
Breastfeeding has been a tumultuous and downright draining and painful experience. (Jenny could obviously paint a more expressive picture, but for obvious reasons doesn't have the time to be blogging about it.) And now, Quinn seems to have built up a lot of new strength and skills, one of which includes a mighty new level of screaming for the milk.
I just gave our little guy my patented super-tight swaddle, and it seems to help him break through into a bit of peace and sleep. It's amazing how one second he's wailing, and the very next second absolutely silent and blissfully asleep. (And in the last few days, working up a cheeky smile). Damn he knows how to work a crowd.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
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Oh my god, I just read your comment aloud to Mustafa and we were nodding along and gesticulating wildly (and I was in tears). We have *so* been there, so recently. Such a hard gig, parenthood...give a call if you need to vent.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rebecca, for your comments (and tears), and Musti for the gesticulations especially! We love to know others are following our joy and our anguish. I'm trying to be honest about both the ups and the downs. One thing that nobody every really mentioned (or maybe we were so focused on the pregnancy and birth that we missed it) was how darn difficult and painful breastfeeding might be. This morning is much better, and our guardian angel Dierdre the midwife has squared us away once again. Tomorrow is her last day! :-(
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