i meant to post an epic tale of my labour and delivery, but life got in the way. Henry refused to nurse for 3 weeks so Matt and i had this crazy schedule that involved finger feeding with a tube, pumping breast milk and supplementing with formula. then, my mum got admitted to hospital with fluid on her lung from bronchitis and 2 days later, she died.
she died having only held Henry one time but she saw him the day she died in the hospital. that week, i just assumed we’d end up on formula. by some miracle, Henry chose that week to start breast feeding and we haven’t looked back.
i’m tired, i’m sad, and i’m stressed out but the focus being placed on my little man has been so great and he may even be moving out of the every 2 hour feedings and into the 3 hour stretch. at least today, with him snuggled up with matt (he can sleep 4 hours with matt).
in clothing news, i’ve lost 25 pounds but nothing fits because my hips are so big. i’m trying to hold off on buying say, a pair of jeans, but wearing maternity pants 4 weeks after giving birth is pretty disheartening. i’ll be able to start running again in two weeks and i’m very excited about that. also exciting? we’re moving upstairs into a way bigger apartment in 2 weeks. can’t believe how time is flying and life is changing SO much this year.
