My big boy!

Yesterday Drake and I headed out again, and it was a little less scary. But I'm still unhappy about the teenager and geriatric populations having licenses to drive. We went out to the lactation center for an appointment. Breastfeeding is going very well, but I wanted to go anyway just for a weight checkup, and to see how much he's getting with each feeding. I also had a few questions about pumping and returning to work.

And most importantly, I wanted to know when BF will QUIT HURTING! It's only hurting on one side, so at least that's a plus! I can see why women quit. I would never quit because of pain though, because his need for healthy breast milk is greater than my need for comfort. And so it begins, Drake has moved to numero uno.

So, the Drake-ster was 5-8 at birth, and 4-15 at four days old. Well, at eight days old, my big boy is already up to 5-7!!!!!!!! I was SO flippin happy, because now I know I'm doing a good job. BF is hard in the aspect that you don't truly know how much they are getting. They weighed him in the beginning, and after each breast. My superstar got a total of 2.5 ounces! I call him barracuda boy, because of his facial expressions when he's trying to latch on. His mouth is wide open, and he just swings his head all around......in hopes of finding a boob anywhere around. He totally looks like a barracuda fish, hunting for food. Not that I really know what a barracuda looks like, but it sounds good. I like the ring of barracuda boy.

He actually goes to the pedi again Thursday, for another weight check. I'm hoping he'll be above his birth weight by then, and then I'll really feel good. Seeing a healthy weight gain makes me really proud as a breastfeeding mommy. I can't imagine bottle feeding and missing out on all the bonding time we get during feedings. There is something so special about it, that is unexplainable to those who've only bottle fed.

Well, other duties call. Have a great day!