This non-stop nursing business is HARD WORK. It's difficult to get out of the house to really do anything, the run-on pajama days are enough to drive anyone insane with boredom and all I feel like I do is nurse, eat, drink, nurse, mess around on facebook, drink, change the channel for Logan, nurse, drink...You get the idea. The funny thing (or not so funny) is that it hasn't even been a week yet. It's been three days! We even ventured out of the house for a baby shower (that we were really late to thanks to Carter's morning nap time) where I spent a chunk of time nursing and talking while Logan ran around with his friends.
I finally got a call back from our Pediatrician this afternoon about Carter's weight loss, three days later. It turns out that he's been slowing dropping weight and in my opinion, getting him to sleep through the night was the downward spiral. At his 2 month check-up his weight was 25% and by 4 months he dropped to 15% (I think this is what she said. It could be 50% to 25%). Apparently this weight loss (or lack of growth) wasn't that big of a deal because this is when our pediatrician suggested that I stop nursing him at night to get him to sleep through the night - which did work after a couple of weeks.
His weight at 4 months was 12.9 pounds. His weight a week later at his foot appointment was the same. His weight the next 2 weeks later at his weight-check was the same. If it had not been for his Raynaud's disease appointment, we would have never caught this until his 6 month check-up at which he probably would have been classified as failure to thrive.
So, I'm continuing to nurse every hour (about), taking fenugreek pills, eating like a horse and choking down as much water as I can. I haven't worked out all week, but when I go back to the gym next week, I'll be on the why in the hell are you even here program, dropping my intensity WAY down.
One thing I'm starting to miss is my personal space. With Carter latched onto me so often and Logan trying to snuggle up at every opportunity, I long for the times they are in bed and I can breath, stretch out and increase the space of my "bubble". I never thought I would feel like this, but I guess you can get to a point of being touched too much. Or maybe I'm just weird. Which is very possible.
We keep this up until next Tuesday or Wednesday when Carter gets another weight check to see how he's growing. I HOPE everything is back on track at that point.