Even with Dave being a lifesaver, the first week home with Ava SUCKED. Not only was I hyper-emotional, but our girl is, apparently, bad at eating. She wouldn't latch, so I've been pumping and just pouring the milk into her bottle... but she was bad at bottles too. We had no idea it wasn't supposed to take her a freaking hour to go through two ounces, but she ended up sucking in more air than anything. Of course, that would give her gas. So we were in this vicious feeding cycle of starving our baby, giving her gas and then wondering why she kept screaming. Oops.
After having a lactation consultant come to the house and work with us, we learned a trick for how to feed Ava the bottle and now she'll blow through three ounces in about five minutes if we'd let her. (We don't.)
Now, we've all settled into more of a routine -- a routine that will be destroyed when Dave goes back on the road. Since I have to pump every three or four hours (KILL ME), Dave is the one who handles the nighttime feedings while I'm hooked up to the machine like a cow. It will be quite interesting when I'm the only one home at night and I have to both feed my child and pump. I expect many zombie days ahead. And perhaps a guilt-ridden surrender, weaning and a future of formula.
Anyway, we're still learning.
A few more highlights from Month One:
Ava met her grandparents.
I had wine again!
Ava showed some sass.
We did a newborn photoshoot with Nick.
Ava had her first lunch outing.
Next up on our plates: finding a nanny, moving! (more on that soon), introducing Ava to her great-grandma (next weekend), four-week check-up
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