Well, another week is behind us. My guys were 2 weeks old on Friday. They had a check up today and Home Run is up 8 ounces and Peanut Butter is up 11 ounces. Both surpassed their birth weights!
I have weaned them from formula and am exclusively breastfeeding now. I’m really enjoying it. I was worried that they were getting enough so I’ve been doing the following to increase my supply:
– drinking tons of water
– eating lots of oatmeal, and yes – some of it is in the form of cookies
– taking fenugreek
– drinking mother’s milk tea
– pumping for 15 mins after each feeding
– trying to fit a “power pumping” session in every now and then (pump for 10, rest for 10, repeat 2 more times)
– feeding on demand (but I wake the other baby to also eat if only one of them wakes up)
Seems like it’s working. As of today, I’m now able to pump 5+ extra ounces total in a day after feedings (today looks like I might even get to 8+). But OMG, my nipples are soooo sensitive. I have to shower with a bikini top on!
Oh, and I’m down 32 pounds already with 21 to go. Not too bad for 17 days postpartum. And yes, if you did the math I gained 53 pounds. Worth every ounce. 🙂
I’m really enjoying these lil guys. There are definitely challenging moments, but overall they’re an absolute joy. I am anxious about my parent’s visit next week. My ILs were here last weekend and they’re super awesome about respecting our privacy and space so they were great to have here. My ILs are also comfortable in NYC so they come and go and we don’t have to worry about entertaining them while they’re here. Plus, it was so sweet to see them meet their grandsons! My parents, on the other hand, aren’t really city folk so they’re a much bigger responsibility. Not exactly what I need right now. And they’ll be here for 5 days. Although they’re staying at a hotel (not their original plan – they wanted to stay with us!), our apartment is small so if you can imagine four adults and two babies plus my gigantic My Brest Friend breastfeeding pillow, there’s hardly room to be comfortable. I’m just going to have to tell them to get lost when I need the space because otherwise I might go crazy.
One other annoying thing about my mom – she won’t call me. This is something that bothered me throughout my pregnancy (she’d text me for updates, but never call) and now it’s continuing, except now her texts address the boys (as in, “good morning HR and PB!”). It’s strange. Seriously, my MIL calls to check in on us almost every other day. And this is even more strange when you consider that my mother literally made herself sick worrying about me during labor. I think now that we’re all safe and sound, she’s in high gear grandmother mode and I’ve taken a back seat. Who cares, I suppose. I guess that’s what happens, but it’s still lame. I am guessing she will be of no help while she’s here, expect for changing a diaper here and there. She doesn’t clean or cook. Lucky me.
Am I the only new mother on earth who is dreading her own mother’s visit? It feels so wrong.
We haven’t had any help and things have been going surprisingly well. I mean, I guess I should clearly state that since my husband works for himself, he’s been able to be home which is super awesome. So I do have help, just not in the form of additional outsiders. He will have to get back to the office soon, though. We have had lots of visitors — these guys are popular! — so I might just have to start putting them to work once hubby starts going to the office!