James was up a half ounce, which did not seem like a lot, but the LC pointed out it had only been 48 hours and gaining was a turnaround from losing. And then I nursed him, and was worried since he barely nursed (even less than normal) because he was too busy trying to flirt with the LC- but we weighed him again and in the three minutes he nursed he took in almost 3 ounces. The LC says that's tremendously good. Also, now, (and this is WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION, don't say I didn't warn you), when you compress my breast I can spray milk. Which means my milk supply is on its way back.
If I had any doubts, the way James nursed after we got done confirmed it- he nursed at the park, he asked to nurse during Nathan's dinner, and he nursed again before bed. Apparently he is thrilled that the milk is back. And so am I. This morning I did a lot of thinking about just *how* important breastfeeding is to me. It's important enough that I'm willing to let things go around the house for a week or so (frozen dinners, etc) to get it back on track. It's not important enough that I'm willing to keep doing that if it means I miss out on having fun with James and Nathan.
But I did not miss out today- James and Nathan both went to their Y classes (Nathan even let me put James in childwatch for his class) and had so much fun. James continues to act like a much older baby, even imitating the teacher's noises. Nathan learned how to jump today and is so proud of himself.
In nightmare news, last night was a better night. I think the thing is that bedtime gets so crazy around here these days (James is usually fussing while I try to get Nathan to bed- if I try to put James down first, Nathan runs around James' room screaming, which is worse) and I think that has been stressing Nathan out. So when I put Nathan to bed, I tell him I'm going to come back and check on him once I get James to bed. And then I do. The nights I've done this so far have been good. We'll see if it takes. His Y teacher also suggested we talk more about what is real and what is pretend. I asked him today if he knew the difference between real and pretend. "Yes!" "Okay, Nathan, what is something that is real?" "Sky!" "That's right, the sky is real. What is something that is pretend?" "Cowboy music!" (He is being forced to listen to a lot of Western Swing these days.)
If I had any doubts, the way James nursed after we got done confirmed it- he nursed at the park, he asked to nurse during Nathan's dinner, and he nursed again before bed. Apparently he is thrilled that the milk is back. And so am I. This morning I did a lot of thinking about just *how* important breastfeeding is to me. It's important enough that I'm willing to let things go around the house for a week or so (frozen dinners, etc) to get it back on track. It's not important enough that I'm willing to keep doing that if it means I miss out on having fun with James and Nathan.
But I did not miss out today- James and Nathan both went to their Y classes (Nathan even let me put James in childwatch for his class) and had so much fun. James continues to act like a much older baby, even imitating the teacher's noises. Nathan learned how to jump today and is so proud of himself.
In nightmare news, last night was a better night. I think the thing is that bedtime gets so crazy around here these days (James is usually fussing while I try to get Nathan to bed- if I try to put James down first, Nathan runs around James' room screaming, which is worse) and I think that has been stressing Nathan out. So when I put Nathan to bed, I tell him I'm going to come back and check on him once I get James to bed. And then I do. The nights I've done this so far have been good. We'll see if it takes. His Y teacher also suggested we talk more about what is real and what is pretend. I asked him today if he knew the difference between real and pretend. "Yes!" "Okay, Nathan, what is something that is real?" "Sky!" "That's right, the sky is real. What is something that is pretend?" "Cowboy music!" (He is being forced to listen to a lot of Western Swing these days.)
We have been praying every day for this. I know it seems like a small thing but we all shared Hannah's concern and love for James. Every day we prayed and we knew it would work out. I am grateful for even little bitty miracles.
Posted by: Grandpa | October 07, 2009 at 07:02 PM
I forget if Nathan is a Signing Time person or not but there is an excellent song about imagination, with lyrics like "imagination, let's pretend". Maybe it's on You Tube and would help with Nathan discerning real and pretend? I'm so glad to hear that James (and you) are doing better with that damned nursing. Ugh what a pain/glory it can be!
Posted by: Joanne | October 13, 2009 at 10:26 AM
Nathan is more of a Caillou person. And Caillou fortunately plays "pretend" a lot. Unfortunately Nathan does not believe that CAILLOU is pretend and now at night is thankful for "Caillou and Mommy and Daddy and Rosie and Gilbert." I like to pretend he means me, at least, but he means Caillou's Mommy.
Posted by: hannah | October 13, 2009 at 12:58 PM