So this morning was the first morning since Colin was born that I didn’t nurse him. There didn’t seem to be a drop in there so I just gave him a bottle and cried. Mornings were all I had left – but we were in a hurry, I was stressed – yadda, yadda, yadda.
The formula has been making him really constipated so when we got home from taking Jack to preschool and he got that “look” and started doing his red faced, scrunchy cry – I knew we were in for some work. Trying to get him to relax I tried walking around with him, swaying, rubbing his tummy, giving him pear juice – nothing worked. Then, as I sat on the couch feeling like there was nothing I could do to comfort my boy he turned into my breast and started clawing at my shirt. So we cozied up on the couch and nursed. He instantly calmed down, closed his eyes and POOPED! Hey, whatever it takes! I am not sure how much milk he got because I only heard a few swallows but he felt comforted and loved (and relieved) - that’s what’s important.
Oh, goodness – where are the tissues?
I just have to post this picture that Alan took the other day. It was one of the last times I nursed Colin to sleep – or possibly any baby for that matter. It is a very modest picture but I put it after the jump (click “More”) so if you don’t want to see it you don’t have to click. It just makes my heart swell.