Miles weighed in at 12 pounds, 2 ounces (in the 70th percentile!) and 24 inches (in the 90th percentile!) Growing boy!
Has it really already been eight weeks (Tuesday) since my baby boy came into this world? How does the time go by so quickly? He has already changed so much since he was born. Some days I find myself just staring at him and being so incredibly grateful that he’s finally here, my little miracle.
I went back to work on Wednesday, January 5th. It was definitely an adjustment. The night before, I got all his bottles ready for the next day, packed the diaper bag, got my pump all ready to go so I could pump at work, and we nestled into bed. Little guy ate, then slept from 9 until 4. He must have known we both had a big day coming up! I did really well with the whole “going back to work” thing until Maddie kissed me good bye and I kissed Miles good bye. Then the tears started welling up and I had to get out of there before I broke down. Then, a couple hours into my day, I felt my milk let down. A look at the clock told me it was about time for Miles to eat, and that brought the tears again. He does great with the bottle, and he hasn’t had any nipple confusion at all, but I hated that I wasn’t there to give him what he needed. The day went by pretty quickly, luckily, and I was able to rush home and kiss his little face off, and get a full report from Maddie on how the day had gone. Now we’re into a routine, so things are good.
Pumping at work is an odd thing. My supply is great right now, and I’m able to get away with pumping just twice during the day. (If my supply starts to suffer, I’ll up it to three, but for now, this is working out.) I’m usually able to pump enough for the next day’s bottles, and most days I have a couple ounces extra that I’ve been able to freeze. It’s funny — I’ve kind of become competitive about it. Competing with myself, I guess! I love to see which boob will produce more in a pumping session, and I”m always proud at the end of the day when I see how much milk I’m able to bring home for my little guy. He’s doing such a great job nursing, and it shows! He’s almost 12 pounds already, which is just amazing to me. Maddie wasn’t 12 pounds until she was at LEAST 6 months, if then. She didn’t hit 20 pounds until she was over 2 years old. She got her Daddy’s genes, and Miles got mine! He’s got fat little legs and chubby cheeks and I am just so in love with him.
Big sister is so proud!
Thank you to those who commented on my post about my marriage. Tim’s not really into the whole counseling thing, and he is apparently completely unaware that we even have any problems (I don’t know what he could be thinking. Maybe in his world, constant fighting isn’t a sign of a problem) because when I told him that I was considering taking the kids and staying with my mom for awhile, he was genuinely shocked and kept asking, “Why? What’s wrong?” So perhaps therein lies the problem — he thinks we’re fine, I obviously do not. My goal in the next few weeks is to really work on things with him. Work on not yelling around the kids, work on getting back to some semblance of a life with him. And if we can’t do that on our own, then I’ll consider going to counseling on my own. And if that doesn’t work? Then I guess I’ll reevaluate then.
2010 will be remembered for one good thing, though. The birth of my beautiful little boy. It was a long, hard road, but in the end, it was all worth it for this little guy. I don’t know how I ever lived without him.