Chet, Mr. Serious, is two weeks old today.
It’s hard to imagine our house without him at this point. His noises have blended nicely into our already noisy house. He is a jabber jaws like the rest of the men in my life. He continues to be an incredibly laid back baby despite all the dog barking (thanks to a now neglected doggy) and Pokémon talk (thanks to a crazy big brother).
There are definitely some things that I’m still try to get adjusted too….
- Night time diaper changes? I can’t figure out what works best for Chet. Fortunately he isn’t fussy when he has a wet diaper. I’ve tried changing him before I feed him, but he always seems to make a mess of his diaper when I do this during the feeding. I’ve tried changing him after feeding, but this seems to wake him up. I’ll probably figure it out by the time he is sleep through the night.
- Life outside of the house? Leaving the house is still a stressful task for me. We’ve had two doctors appointments and one trip to target and all 3 of them were exhausting. Home is definitely home sweet home at this point. It’s too hard to figure out feedings, diaper, and avoiding germs. We might camp out in the living room for the next month.
- And my biggest hurdle….Breast Feeding. A few days ago, I would have told you I have finally met my match. I was ready to throw in the towel physically, but my brain and emotions wouldn’t let me. Remember those cracked nipples I told you about last week. Well they are no joke. I spent two days in tears every time I feed him. I even cringed when he would start to wake up because I knew it meant he would want to eat. Once he latched on, it slowly became less painful. The boy has an incredibly strong suck reflex. He is not a gentle eater. I also think I had him latched on improperly. He wasn’t getting enough of my nipple in his mouth. Since we’ve corrected his latch, my nipples are healing. They physically look better although they are still cracked (just not as deep at this point). It is also only mildly painful (compared to earlier in the week) when he initially latches on. I don’t have to close my eyes, tense up my entire body, and hold my breath whenever he latches on. Everything I read said the two-week mark is the turning point. I certainly hope we are heading down a happy road and they continue to heal. I’m so jealous of the moms that can use a free hand when they breast feed. I’m still afraid to move once we are in a good position because I don’t want to mess with a good thing.
In spite of all my issues with breast-feeding, Chet isn’t missing a beat. We had his two-week check up this morning. He got a clean bill of health from the doctor. He is also now weighing in at 7 lbs 14 oz. Nearly ONE POUND more than his birth weight. (Did I mention he loves to eat!). He is also growing a lot. He is now 21.25 inches, more than an inch of growth since birth. And we loved the pediatrician and all the staff. YAY!
Two weeks with Chet has made my body have absolutely no time clock. It has made my heart grow a hundred times bigger. I don’t know what we did before he arrived. And I still want 10 more babies (cracked nipples and all!). And while I’m dreaming big, I’d also like to win the lottery so I don’t have to go back to work.
(And I really need to start taking more pictures. He already doesn’t look like a newborn to me.)