A week and a half ago, I decided to ignore all that I’ve read about breastfeeding. This was at my mom’s insistence, and I wish I had done that sooner. I knew in my gut that things were fine–so why was I holding myself to someone else’s rules? So what if my baby sleeps longer than three hours–she eats a ton, and she’s totally happy! She isn’t crying for more, and she looks at me with completely satisfied eyes. (Mom will love to read this after telling me over and over, “Jania, she’s happy! Look at her! She’s getting enough to eat!“)
I also broke “the rules” by giving her a pacifier within 24 hours of her birth and a bottle a week after she was born. It hurt me to see her take the bottle–as if I was less than a great mom because her breast-milk had to be pumped for a while. It took me a while to get over that too–she was (is) getting breast-milk ..that was (is) the important thing!
I couldn’t wait for our one month appointment–it’s still a week away! Especially when we noticed her little double chin and chubby legs. Yesterday we went to the mall and I voluntarily weighed myself. (Hooray! Baby weight is leaving!) Then I weighed myself with her. We repeated the same thing with Victor, and the results were consistent! Our little chubs has gained some weight! She weighs over nine pounds now!
It’s pretty funny: we spend the first part of our lives with people celebrating every pound we gain. And the rest of our lives mourning when the numbers on the scale get bigger. Glad that our weigh-in was a happy occasion for us both!