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Been busy. Trying to think of something to write that isn't about the baby. Let's see.
I'm still watching Big Love, and it's still good. I'm on Disc 3 now. Yay! Also, I've managed to find some time to wash dishes and do some laundry. Exciting, right? I think I'm going to be able to get a haircut this evening, provided Jen gets home from work on time. I hope so - I've been saying I'm going to get a haircut every day this week. And I'm still woefully behind on comments and e-mails. Oops.
Okay, now All Baby All the Time:
She weighs 7lb today! She's never weighed that much before and she actually looks a little bigger. She is now in the 11th percentile for size, up from the 9th. That's pretty sobering, since I'm pretty sure that puts her close to Failure to Thrive land... except that she's gaining. I'm glad she's gaining but really wish she was gaining more. The pediatrician suggested offering 3oz of formula after every nursing attempt instead of 2oz. I guess I'm really NOT making much milk at all if they want me to offer 24oz of formula a day. Sigh. I'm worried that more supplement = longer sleeping time = more time between nursing = even less milk = no more nursing. This is hard. I wish I could stop feeling like a failure but I can't. Even with the domperidone, I'm not making enough milk to even supplement my formula-fed baby. She's eating a full amount of formula. What's my purpose again?
Hey, at least there is Big Love. And the reassuring fact that I don't require much sleep on a daily basis. Which is good, because I don't really get much.
I'm still watching Big Love, and it's still good. I'm on Disc 3 now. Yay! Also, I've managed to find some time to wash dishes and do some laundry. Exciting, right? I think I'm going to be able to get a haircut this evening, provided Jen gets home from work on time. I hope so - I've been saying I'm going to get a haircut every day this week. And I'm still woefully behind on comments and e-mails. Oops.
Okay, now All Baby All the Time:
She weighs 7lb today! She's never weighed that much before and she actually looks a little bigger. She is now in the 11th percentile for size, up from the 9th. That's pretty sobering, since I'm pretty sure that puts her close to Failure to Thrive land... except that she's gaining. I'm glad she's gaining but really wish she was gaining more. The pediatrician suggested offering 3oz of formula after every nursing attempt instead of 2oz. I guess I'm really NOT making much milk at all if they want me to offer 24oz of formula a day. Sigh. I'm worried that more supplement = longer sleeping time = more time between nursing = even less milk = no more nursing. This is hard. I wish I could stop feeling like a failure but I can't. Even with the domperidone, I'm not making enough milk to even supplement my formula-fed baby. She's eating a full amount of formula. What's my purpose again?
Hey, at least there is Big Love. And the reassuring fact that I don't require much sleep on a daily basis. Which is good, because I don't really get much.