6 weeks in of being a mom to an adorable little man and there are still times I feel like I’m running amok like a headless chicken even doing the most routined & mundane of tasks.
But I manage somewhat – my subconscious seems to be going a pretty good job of pulling me through – and before I know it, dawn beckons & another day begins.
My little guy has been undergoing his 2nd growth spurt for the week – spot on GF’s literature – and I’m still doing catch up on the breastfeeding front despite having a growing milk supply (which I sometimes sabotage due to my laziness when it comes to wee hour expressing).
And along with that monster of an appetite, the little one has been growing a huge deal at a quick pace – he’s practically outgrown his newborn clothes, with 3 month old outfits starting to look a little too snug on the barely 2 month old body. The struggles & kicks are getting stronger too, and while I feel a lot more confident handling him especially during bath time, there are moments I miss cradling that tiny little body of a freshly delivered newborn.
Night feeds are less dreaded affairs now, having only to manage one feed of 15 minutes tops & happy to report that as of last night, he managed to push it from 4am to 5.30am. Woohoo!…until my engorgement started to hurt so bad that I have to spend another 30-45 minutes expressing and only falling back to sleep near 6.30am. Urgh. Breastfeeding can be a killjoy at times.
Challenges? Constipations have been annoying the crap out of me (pun intended); with the longest dry spell happening over a period of 3.5 days, though Liam doesn’t seem as affected by it, still finishing all his feeds in that expanding little tummy. We did conclude that my chocolate consumption, however little of a pocky stick coating even, was the main culprit after experimenting with it on 3 occassions and it wasn’t a good feeling seeing liam struggle to squeeze colgate-like paste and a diaper full of it (which also means a potential scenario of it being leaked out of the diaper). So never again am I going to consume chocolate till Liam turns 6 months old and starts chomping on some digestive-friendly semi solids to balance it all out.
My BR aka. liam’s grandmama recently asked me what I do all day at home, and while my response sounded boring with almost everything revolving around Liam (feed, burp, diaper, sleep, play x 4) except for bits of me-time in between, truth is I’m actually happy that I’m getting better at this whole mom thing.
Granted there have been challenges, tears, frustrations, days when I feel like asking Liam to get back into the tummy so that I don’t have to lug a diaper bag and a half full of stuff for just-in-case moments, but golly the smiles he throws at me when it’s playtime? Or the hugs he throws around my shoulders with his little arms and leans his head so lovingly? It makes being a mom so fulfilling. 🙂