Dairy Cow: The last two weeks, I’ve felt like a dairy cow. And not just because of all the flatulence. I spend so much of my waking hours hooked to a baby or a breast pump, I’m probably mooing in my sleep…if I ever slept. But, it’s paid off. Milk production has kicked up and our freezer now has a nice cushion supply of milk.
The Breaking Point: Left Boob, my powerhouse boob, suffered a major setback this week. A plugged milk duct. Agh!! The agony! It looked and felt like I had a hard Cheeto underneath my skin, and the pain was incredible. The only thing similar is a bee sting. On my boob. Way down deep. Thankfully, it’s starting to recede a bit, thanks to aggressive and consistent pumping. The nurse said it could take two weeks to go away completely.
Speaking of Nurses: Here is a transcript of my phone call with the lactation nurse.
Me: Hi, I think I have a plugged milk duct and I need to know what to do about it.
Nurse: Well, if your baby is latching, you can position your baby so his chin is pressed against the plugged duct. Then, when he nurses, his chin will massage out the plug.
Me: Well, it’s on the top, so I don’t think I can do that.
Nurse: You could nurse him upside down, you know, like lay him down on a table and hang your breast over him. That might work.
Me: (laughing) I don’t think I’m going to do that. Is there anything else?
Nurse: Well, these things tend to work themselves out with time.
Excellent advice there. Yeesh.
Moment of the Week: After reading online that soaking your breasts in hot water helps relieve a plugged duct, I stripped down to the waist, filled my biggest soup pot with hot water and Epsom salts, and proceeded to dunk my pendulous boobs into the water at my kitchen table. I never imagined this is what my life would become.
Milk Aside: Harry is very close to rolling over from his back to his tummy. He’s so darn close, but his bottom arm keeps getting stuck. Ben and I are going nuts cheering him on.
Thumbs Up: Harry started sucking his thumb for the first time yesterday. It’s pretty adorable. I keep shoving other things in his face to distract him from the deliciousness of his newly discovered thumb.
Weight: I no longer trust our ability to weigh him at home. I wonder if the deli would let me use their digital meat scale. If it works for black forest ham, it would work for my Harry!
Sleep: Harry is still very much against it. He’s been waking up once or twice a night to eat. I’m completely exhausted, but he’s deliciously chunky. He has the meatiest little legs!
- Chewing everything
- His feet
- Raspberries on his belly and legs
- The words “Butt Cream”
- Being held
- Standing up
- Grunting (it’s his new favorite noise)
- Naps on my or Ben’s chest
- Conversation of any kind
- Dancing (especially when being held)
- Constant motion
- Naps and sleeping
- Waiting for food