After Timothy's weight check at 11 days (when he was still at 6 lbs 8 oz), we went back 3 or 4 days later and he was up to 6 lbs 11 oz. Since that still wasn't his birth weight of 6 lbs 14 oz and he was nearly 2 weeks old, they had me bring him back again. I finally did that yesterday (10 days later, at 3 weeks 2 days) and he was up to 7 lbs 9 oz. Yay, no more weight checks for us! He's gaining more than an ounce a day now! I can see that he's getting a bit of a double chin, but it's otherwise hard for me to tell that he's a pound heavier than he was quite recently. It's goofy to realize that even if he keeps gaining at more than an ounce a day, he'll be 6 weeks old before he hits his brothers' birth weights. Granted, they hung around 9 lbs for a couple weeks, but he'll be about a month behind their growth curves. We're actually getting a month's use out of the newborn clothes!
It feels like baby clothes rain from the sky. We might have owned half a dozen things sized newborn, mostly onesies and t-shirts, before Timothy was born. Then a few people brought newborn clothes at my shower. Then my neighbor (the awesome one who lent me all her maternity clothes) lent me all her newborn clothes, which were in pristine condition because her 5.5 lb 37 weeker chunked up super-fast. Then my friend lent me a bag of newborn clothes. Then someone from my mom's church gave me all her newborn clothes (and my mom gave them a big bag of 3-6 month clothes we had ready for the garage sale). Then another friend dropped off 2 giant bags of newborn - 9 month clothes for me to look through before she brought them to Once Upon A Child. By now, I've bagged up most of the borrowed clothes so they stay nicer. I could have filled 3 dressers with all the clothes that will fit this kid for a maximum of 6 weeks. Who knows if I'll ever have another baby that would need newborn boy clothes. Tim rarely spits up, so I end up changing his clothes a couple times a day just to have the opportunity to get him into the cutest stuff before he outgrows it. Until the temp outside finally went below 90 this week, I had been putting him in a onesie if we were outdoors, gowns at night, and footed rompers in the house. I'll probably keep the cutest stuff, but not too much, and try to share what's left as generously as people have shared with me. I keep paring down the 0-3 month and 3-6 month bins, but more of those have been filtering in as well. I'm not sure if this kiddo will have much left that his brothers wore because nicer clothes seem to appear.
Tim's been waking up a bit, but he still sleeps more than anything else. Unfortunately, he seems to spend a lot of his awake time angry and screaming if he's not nursing. In the morning, I tend to get an hour or more of peaceful awake time, but in the late morning and evening, he wants to nurse continuously and screams if I dare make myself lunch first or some such crazy thing. I was home alone with him all day today while Dan, my BIL, and the older boys drove 300 miles to pick up our year's supply of beef. At 1:30, I realized I hadn't eaten lunch yet or gotten out of the house to run the one errand I really wanted to deal with because I couldn't get 30 minutes of non-nursing time. When I did finally get to the hospital's lactation center to buy nursing bras, I took them up on their offer of a pacifier -- a first for me. He took it right away and let the nurse hold him. Ahhh, sweet relief from the screaming. I'm not planning to use it constantly, but if he's been nursing for an hour or is screaming in the car, I'm definitely going to try it. Ecological breastfeeding no-no or not. I realized I also had put him in a disposable diaper (brought the pack home from the hospital and our diapers were in the washer) this afternoon. I feel like a natural parenting rebel today. First a hospital birth, now pacifiers and sposies? The horror! Ha ha.
The lactation consultants noticed that Timothy has a shorter frenulum. Others have noticed it before, but since he seemed to be nursing fine, we didn't do anything about it. However, when I brought up the constant nursing/screaming and also said that he'd taken almost 3 weeks to reach his birth weight, they said it would probably be worth bringing him to an ENT and strongly consider having it clipped. It might help him nurse more efficiently, which would be nice for all of us. Now I can't remember the name of the doctor they recommended, but I'll try to hunt him down, if only for a consultation.
Starting the New Normal
Tomorrow is Dan's first full day back at work. I don't plan to have anyone come help out, although we have another week of dinners being delivered (isn't that super-awesome?), so I don't need to worry about food. I also went to the grocery store for breakfast/lunch stuff, so I don't need to work too hard to find food for non-dinners. I've been buying cereal for the first time in 2 years and haven't even considered baking bread for months. Hopefully I'll get back to it eventually, but it's not my priority for the time being. I'm going to try to get to a park playgroup 1/2 a mile away and the library. We'll see how it goes.