We had a good day, Wiley and I.
Because why? I believe it is because I've fed him formula all night and all day. I just forced (and yes, I do have to insist on it) 4 ounces of breastmilk down him, for vitamins, ooligowhoosiwhatchits and antibodies. And also, frankly because I'm running out of storage space for it all and its getting old. I've started freezing it and I don't have many bags left. I'm hoping by the time I run out, the No More Milk tea will have worked its blissful magic and I will be done with the pumping and he can have one feeding of breastmilk for awhile...
But he burps easier, he settles easier... sleeps easier, which means guess who else sleeps easier too?
Related (probably): I am down to 115 pounds. I started the pregnancy at 135 and maxed at 146 and one month post partum I have dropped 30 pounds. Amazing. Everything in the closet fits. There are no jeans I can't squeeze into. Some things are way too big now.
I wonder if my breastmilk really is watery, not nutritious enough to satisfy him and really feed him. Its like I'm pouring gas water down his throat for all the peace and satisfaction its supposed to give him.
Hubby and I agree on ramping down. We're both sick of this. Is there anything I've been lied to more, heard more hyperbole about than breastfeeding?
An LLL leader posted a bromide about breast being awesome because there are no recalls on breasts. I retorted - mine are definitely defective. The problem is there is no return policy either.
She deleted the comment.