What has been happening lately, one might ask?
My boy wonder is now five weeks old. Five weeks already! Which means I must return to work in three short weeks. Thank the heavens I will be able to work from home for some time. And that I have three weeks rather than one week left.
I just want to eat him up! Here he is in all his squeezable goodness, modeling an outfit received from an aunt. It may be the only time he wears that jacket — what business do babies have wearing things with big scratchy zippers? He is wearing 3-6mos things now, so we may only get a few wears out of 0-3mos things like this anyway. In fact, culling the closets has been on my to-do list for several days now. For whatever reason, I still haven’t gotten to it.
So what have we been doing?
Ever working on milk supply, is what, and I’m happy to report that I’ve been able to produce enough to feed him breast milk exclusively for several days now! I’m expressing between 24 and 26 ounces a day now, which is enough to keep up with my little guy (barely! –and reviewing my logs from BB, it wasn’t enough for his voracious appetite –because I was actually making a bit more at this stage in his life than I am now, yet it’s enough for LB, thank the heavens above). That’s not to say he has any interest in the breast itself. Oh no, he’s just like his brother before him, screaming and shaking his head when given the prospect of warm soft skin, settling only when he feels the impersonal silicone and its ready flow of milk. I’m not letting it get me down this time, and am looking at the bright side and advantages of a bottle feeding relationship. I still get to snuggle him close. We have a good thing going on.
There is the matter of poop, however. I’ve resorted to brown sugar three times so far in his short life. Our pediatrician said to use it if he goes over a day. I gave him some on day two of the latest round, which was two days ago, and he still didn’t go until the evening of day three. I’ve read online that breast milk fed babies may go some days without a poop, so am not freaking out over this, but I would like some more assurance.
All in all, I think the domperidone experiment is looking like a success, and I think I’d recommend it to anyone who is in the same boat as I am. I haven’t noticed any side effects, and I’m not sure how much of my production is related to the drug, as opposed to the myriad other factors involved, but if it IS related, then it is well worth it. And I’m thinking that I may need to name my good friend the breast pump, as we are spending so very much time together. How does Old Bessie sound?