It has been too long since my last post and I intend to make a post every Monday however, crazziness has ensued the last couple of weeks. We have gone to Austin, Texas twice in the last couple of weeks so that Brandon could interview with University Avenue Church for their Youth Ministry position. It is a really great church and we were really hoping that he would be offered the job there. We found out this last week when we were there that he was offered the job! So, we are moving to Austin- I am so excited, there are so many wonderful things to do down there and it's really just a great city.
So my poor son has been drug all over the place these last few weeks and right at the peek of his colic periods. The first two weeks of his life were amazing. We had my family here helping first and then we had Brandon's family. The help was really nice, especially at first but then it was wonderful to get to be our own little family once everyone had left. Oliver slept almost constantly during his first two weeks, he also didn't cry hardly ever. he would let out an adorable little squeak or whimper when something was wrong and he made tons of little grunts and struggling noises while he was attempting to fill his diaper or toot. The breast feeding went pretty well in the first couple of weeks too. It took a while for the milk to come in and that was frustrating but, we would supplement feed him after each session because he was premature and had to gain weight. Oliver was slightly jaundiced during his first week. He was fine when we brought him home from the hospital but after a couple of days home he looked really yellow to everyone and so being the overly paranoid parent that I am turning into, I brought him to the dr (who lucky for me happens to be open on Saturdays :) His jaundice wasn't enough to be worried about but anything that is abnormal with a new born who is so tiny is completely frightening. Luckily we have a really great doctor who never guilts me about calling or bringing him into the office.
After everyone left the real trouble began. To start with I had some real difficulty with breast feeding ***Warning to anyone reading who does not want to know about boobie issues - skip this paragraph*** So you are supposed to breast feed, it is supposedly very bonding and wonderful for both you and baby, also it is way healthier for baby and cheaper. But, in my opinion it sucks, to be perfectly honest, maybe I will feel different about this later but as of now, it is my least favorite thing ever. Around week 3 I started having the real issues with, before week 3 the most annoying part was the length of time I would feed, I mean he would feed for like an hour or longer and only have 30 - 45 min before the next feeding. But the worst was the nipple blisters, yep it's possible to get blisters on your nipples...seriously. I spoke with and visited the lactation consultant at the hospital and she thankfully helped me to fix my latch which helped them heal and has prevented me from getting them again.
Hmmm....It is now 6 months later and my son is 8 months old, I guess that tells you how my life has been lately :) I believe that Oliver woke up keeping me from finishing the last post...then we moved when he was 8 weeks old (quite the ordeal)! Oliver freaked out because of the changes and refused to take bottles, he still won't even though he is now 8 months old.
I think I will end this post and start a new one since I started this one so long ago. I will tell you, the nursing slowly started getting easier after 3 months, by 4 months it really wasn't a big deal (although breast fed babies tend to not sleep as long at night) and I still haven't slept for more than 3 hours at a time since he was born. Pretty much a zombie mom now... Oh well, it's also been really wonderful and amazing and every time those sticky little hands reach for me or he turns to give me slobbery wet chomp kisses, it all becomes so special and wonderful and you can't even remeber how tired you are.
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